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Food Poisoning

A/N: I've read a few days ago that our one and only Lucy Bronze played with food poisoning in the 2015 world cup quarter finals... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, and @helen-with-an-a and I have been talking this through for a good while, haha. I mean, Lucy is basically super human at this point, but I still had to rewrite it. It takes place at the semi-finals of the last World Cup and I'm really putting Sarina on the spot here and making her a bit of the bad guy... I just want to clarify that I don't have anything against her. I just needed a bad guy and she happened to be there. Also you're in for a long one, we're talking almost 7k... my longest one yet. I hope you like it though and thanks again for the help @helen-with-an-a 💕

w/c: almost 7k

Warnings: Throwing up, pain, a bit of Angst and arguments

It is the world cup and you won the quarter finals. Tomorrow is the big day. The semi finals. It's not your first world cup but you're still a bit anxious. You want to win this. You want this not only for the team but especially for Lucy. She finally deserves the world cup title.

Tomorrow however were the semifinals and they were at least just as important if not more than the final itself.

Lucy and you have been dating for a while and it's openly known in the team but that also means during tournaments you usually get diffrent roommates. Which neither of you mind since you're there to play football not to share a room. You're currently sharing a room with Leah and you love it. You two get along so well.

As you wake up that morning the nerves in your belly are already building. You're an early bird so you're getting up before Leah and take your time in the bathroom. You're also always the first to text your girlfriend good morning.

Today however instead if receiving a good morning back LJ, Lucy's roomie, texted you if you're awake already. You immediately text back, wondering why she's texting you this early but with the next message you understood why.

'I don't know what's wrong but Lucy is not feeling great. She didn't want me to text you but I think you'd want to know and come check on her' - LJ texts

'I'll be right there' - you immediately text back and grab your stuff before jogging over to their room. LJ lets you in and you ask "What's wrong?" However Lauren doesn't even have to answer as you hear Lucy throwing up in the bathroom. You quickly throw your things on the bed before making your way into the bathroom.

"Shh, it's okay. I got you, love", you say as you gather her hair that fell out of the bun and start to rub her back. She just retches again before she coughs and says "I told LJ not to text you." "Yeah well, I'm glad she did. Are you done?", you ask softly and she just nods. You help her up and guide her to the sink as you flush the toilet.

Looking at your girlfriend, you can tell she is still feeling like utter shit. "Shh deep breath, what's wrong Baby?", you say as you slip your hand under her shirt and rub her back slightly. She feels a bit sweaty but you put that off on the throwing up.

"I don't know, I'll be okay. I just need a second", Lucy says trying to convince herself she's fine. You hand her some water and she drinks a few sips before the both of you make your way back into her room.

"You okay, Bronzey?", Lauren asks softly and Lucy just nods but Lauren can see in your eyes that you're worried. Lucy quickly gets dressed before all three of you make your way to breakfast. You can see that your girlfriend is still nauseous and you honestly don't know what she wants at breakfast but if there's one thing, it's that Lucy has her own mind.

In the elevator you rub over her back slightly and she gives you a weak smile, trying to act like she's fine. Before you get in to the dining hall you pull her aside a bit and ask again "Baby, I can see you're not okay. Are you sure you want to get breakfast? We can go lay down again for a bit if you like." Your eyes betray how worried you are but Lucy just shakes her head and smiles softly before saying "I'm okay, we need the fuel for the game this afternoon."

You just sigh but know better than to fight with her right now. Maybe she'll feel better after breakfast. You have until lunch to rest and do some more recovery. Maybe Lucy will feel fine again in a few hours.

You can hope right? You sit with her at breakfast and your eyes are constantly on her as she slowly eats her food. You can tell it's getting harder for her to swallow with every bite. "Don't force it, Babe", you say softly as you rub her thigh but she just answers "I need the energy for later."

You just watch her worriedly and Leah and Keira, who are sitting at the table with you share a concerned look too. Lucy's free hand rests on her lap, holding her stomach as she forces herself to take another bite.

You can see Lucy starting to get really nauseous again as her chewing slows down. She's just desperately trying to swallow but you're scared she's about to blow again. Her breaths are deep but a bit to fast for your liking. However you're not saying anything as she tries her hardest to battle her stomach silently.

Before you know it she gets up and quickly makes her way to the bathroom with you right behind her. She barely makes it to the toilet before she throws up her breakfast and even a bit more. "Shh it's okay, Luce. I'm here", you say soothingly as she gathers her bearings, seeming to be done for now.

You grab some toilet paper and rub her mouth gently as she takes a few deep breaths. Getting up she walks to the sink before holding on to the the counter and grabbing her stomach slightly. You flush the toilet and walk up to her, resting a hand on her back gently before you carefully lay your hand on her belly. Stroking it gently with your thumb you feel her abs clench as her stomach cramps.

"Oh Babe, you're really not looking too hot", you say softly and press a kiss to her temple. "I'm okay", she just says and gets herself back together. "Luce, that was the second time you threw up. You're not okay", you say gently but she just looks at you seriously and says again with a bit more force "I'm okay."

You just sigh as she freshens up for a second and you both make your way back to breakfast. She sits back down and continues to eat as you just watch her concerned. "You okay, Bronzey?", Leah asks and Lucy just nods, the look in her eyes telling Leah to let it go. After breakfast you quickly talk to Leah and LJ that you'll spend time until lunch with Lucy, just to be there if something is wrong and they just nod. LJ telling you that she'll stay out of the room to give you two some privacy, eventhough that's not what you asked for.

As you knock on their door LJ opens it before grabbing her stuff and saying quietly to you "Make sure she's okay." You just nod and thank her before walking fully into the room. Lucy sitting on the bed with her iPad rewatching the last Australia game to prepare some more for the game this afternoon.

"Didn't you want to roll out your muscles?", Lucy asks confused as she sees you standing in the room. "I can do that while I keep an eye on you", you say, lifting up your blackroll. "Y/n/n, I'm fine", she tries but you immediately say "Lucy, save that for someone else. I can tell you're not. You're pale as a sheet of paper and I can tell you're in pain."

She just looks up at you as you pause the game and put her iPad aside, sitting down next to her. "Be honest with me", you say softly as you rest a hand on her back and one on her hand on her stomach, which she was still holding tightly.

She's silent for a few moments as she sorts her thoughts. She grimaces slightly as her stomach cramps and closes her eyes for a second, the fact that you saw that let's you know that's he's willing to let you in, at least a bit for now. You gently rub her hand with your thumb and ask "Why don't you lie down and rest a bit?"

She immediately shakes her head and says "I'll get sick again if I lay down." Your heart breaks at that. Its been a while since you've seen her physically so unwell. You slide a bit closer and say "Lean against me then." She does without much hesitation as you start rubbing her back. You can tell that she has been getting increasingly more nauseous since you first stepped into the room. "Shh deep breaths, you'll be okay", you say softly as you kiss her head.

She lasts about five minutes before she peels out of your arms and jogs to the bathroom once again. Finding yourself holding her hair back and rubbing her back again, you sigh softly. Why today?

"Oh love, what's wrong with your stomach? You think it's a bug?", you ask softly once she calms down a bit. She just shrugs as she rests her head on her arm, still unbelievably nauseous. Coughing a bit she gags again harshly. You get up and drench a cloth in cold water before coming back and resting it on her neck.

She slowly calms down a bit more and takes a few deep breaths. "Shh, good job, love, you're doing so good", you say softly as she leans back into you a bit. "This doesn't seem like a bug", she mumbles and you know what she means. You've seen her with a stomach bug, but she has never thrown up so much.

You grab the cloth and gently wipe her face as you say "Maybe it was something you ate?" She just shrugs as she tries to relax into you a bit. "Why today? How am I supposed to play my best like this?", she asks and you frown before you say "Babe, you're not playing like this." She turns around and looks at you as she says serious "I am playing, this is not up for debate."

You decide to not argue with her right now so you just sigh and ask "Are you done for now love?" She just nods and you help her up and to the sink where she freshens up.

She sits down on the bed and you hand her some water and electrolytes. That's one thing you never have to worry about, thankfully, she'll always drink, even if it comes right back up. She sips on the drinks as she grabs her iPad again and continues watching the game.

You can't help but sigh at that. You know how stubborn your girlfriend can be. You walk over to her and press a kiss to her head before deciding to roll out your muscles. There is no way for you to stop Lucy in watching that game. Might as well do your own recovery so you're ready for this afternoon.

"Will you please at least lean against the headboard, honey?", you ask as you move to the floor with your roll. She looks at you before complying hestiantly. "Thank you", you say and take off your hoodie, leaving you in a sports crop top because doing this in a normal shirt gave you the ick.

You focus on your own recovery and roll out your tense muscles while every once in a while looking at Lucy. And more than not you find her looking back at you. "I thought you wanted to watch the game?", you tease gently trying to not worry so much and keep the tone light. "Looking at the screen makes me dizzy", Lucy admits and you just frown.

"I really don't think you should play", you say as you keep rolling out your muscles and Lucy just warns "Y/N." "I'm just saying", you say again and focus on your recovery. Lucy turns off her iPad and keeps watching you as you do your recovery.

Every once in a while she sips on her drinks but you can tell she's feeling pretty crappy. Once you're done you, you get up and sit back down next to her. She just looks at you and you sigh softly before taking her in her your arms.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well", you mumble and kiss her head. You can feel that she's slightly warm. She doesn't say anything but you can tell she's about to throw up again. "You want me to get you a bucket or bathroom?", you ask softly but she just gets up and runs back to the bathroom.

Sighing again you get up and follow her once more. Lucy is coughing and gagging harshly again as she throws up the water and whatever is left from her breakfast. "Oh Baby", you say softly as she rests her head on her arm and catches her breath. It's this moment where the cramps are really settling in. She grabs her stomach and retches again before spitting into the toilet once more and flushing.

You rub her back and ask softly "Done?" She just nods and you help her freshen up and back in bed. "Are you sure you don't want to try to nap, love?", you ask gently but she just shakes her head as she curls up because of the cramps. You gently pull her into your arms and rest your hand on her belly. "May I?", you question and she nods hesitantly.

You had about half an hour before lunch, so you spend the time rubbing your girlfriend's belly, trying to make her feel a bit better somehow. Eventhough she relaxes a bit Lucy's cramps don't really get any better.

As it's lunch time Lucy is adamant to join you, and you just let her even if you want nothing more than have her lay down. LJ and Leah look at Lucy worried, she looks like crap but she still sits down and eats with them.

"Lucy, you really should lay down and try to get some rest. Playing is not a good idea", Leah says and Lucy just answers "Thats not for you to decide." Leah wants to argue but you just shake her head. Lucy is not in her right mind.

You don't have much time after lunch before you're meeting at the bus to drive to the arena, so you quickly escorting Lucy back to her room, followed by LJ. She barely makes it there before she throws up her lunch again. She's shaking slightly.

"Alright that's it. You're staying here", you say but Lucy answers with her head still over the toilet "I'm not. I'll not sit this one out."

"Are you serious?! Lucy, you can't keep anything down!",

"And?",

"And?! That's fucking insane to even think about playing? You're obviously in no condition to play!",

"I'm FINE", Lucy says but only throws up again.

"You're not fine, stop lying to yourself!", you yell and she just looks at you, before saying "I will play today, deal with it."

You just stare at her. "You know what? Fine. But I'm not gonna be there to scratch you off the floor when you collapse", you say and get up before you step out of the bathroom. You walk past Lauren and out of the room before making your way to your own room.

Everyone knows that's a lie. You'll take care of her but you'll still be mad.

"Is she coming? Did she get sick again?", Leah asks as you storm into the room. "Yes she is and of course she did", you say as you throw your hoodie on the bed and angrily pack the rest of your bag. "Hey. This is not your fault. That's just how Bronzey is", she says softly as she puts a hand on your shoulder. You look up with tears in your eyes and say "But that's just reckless. She couldn't keep anything down today, Leah. Nothing. She's in no state to play. Why can't she understand that?"

Leah sighs softly and says "I don't know but I know you did everything you could. Maybe Sarina doesn't let her play." You just sigh and sit down on your bed. Tears are still running down your cheeks as you mumble "I'm just scared something will happen to her." "I know, but she'll be okay. And if we're lucky she'll learn out of it?", Leah says and you just look at her with a raised eyebrow. You both laugh softly before Leah wraps her arms around you and pulls you in a hug. "She'll be okay Y/n/n", "I hope you're right", you mumble and calm down a bit.

You get dressed and ready before you head to the bus. Asking one of the medics for some of these emisis bags you sit down next to Lucy. Eventhough you freshend up and washed your face Lucy can still tell that you've cried and eventhough she's feverish she knows that it's her fault.

Talking to you isn't an option now though because you had your headphones on. Lucy knows you needed the drive to the stadium to sort your head so she just keeps quiet and looks out the window instead. Her stomach still cramping quiet badly but she tries not to show it. However, you can tell. Turning to her slightly you open your arms and let her lean on you before rubbing her belly softly. You still won't talk to her but you don't have the heart to let your girlfriend suffer.

You're about halfway there as you can tell Lucy is about to throw up again. You hand her the bag without a word and she throws up as quietly as she can to not disturb your teammates. As you finally reach the stadium you get up and move to the locker room. You all sit together in the locker room, changed, Lucy clearly miserable but she seems to be focused as your manager and the rest of the coaching staff comes in.

After looking around Sarina asks "Are up okay to play, Lucy?" Lucy just nods and you can't help but snort at that, shaking your head that Sarina would actually let Lucy play. "Something wrong Y/N?", she asks and you just shake your head again. You're part of the starting XI as well, you don't want to risk that spot because you argue with Sarina.

You all head out for warm up before you sit down on the bench to have some water. It's about time to line up. However before you can focus on that you hear Lucy starting to throw up again two spots down. You quickly walk over and rest a hand on her back, rubbing it softly as she throws up some water, clutching her stomach.

You look at her worried but once she's done you're more pissed than worried again so you just get up and head for the tunnel. Everyone can tell your pissed but lucky for them, you're an even better player when you're pissed.

The first half moves along greatly with you scoring at 36 minutes, getting your team in the lead. You're hot and playing well.

During half time break Lucy gets violently sick again on the bench. She's starting to become really feverish and you're really starting to be worried out of your mind. You can tell how bad the cramps are and that she can barely breathe deep without another cramp rocking through the brunettes stomach. "Lucy, this is getting ridiculous! You need to rest!", you say loudly. "I'm fine", she says weakly and you just huff angrily. "Can you continue Lucy?", Sarina asks and your girlfriend just nods. "You can't be serious?!", you ask Sarina angrily.

"Y/N, when Lucy says she can play. She can play", she says and you just look at her surprised before looking at the medics who just shrug. "You're seriously gonna let her play after she once again threw up everything in her? She's shaking and feverish! Do you know how reckless that is?", you ask in disbelief before you hear Lucy from behind you "Babe, calm down." "Oh don't you dare to tell me what to do. We will talk about that later", you snarls at your girlfriend, God you were angry. "You're some reckless people and I honestly don't know how you can even think about letting such a sick player play. Risking her health for what? Since when is winning more important than your players health", you spit at Sarina and the coaching staff.

You know you crossed a line probably but right now you don't give a shit. Leah having heard snippets of it, she walks over to you and pulls you away. "Come on, let's take a breather", she says and you look at her, wanting to yell at her too but her look makes you stop. You let her pull you away and she says "I know you're angry, but yelling at Sarina will only end in her pulling you of the field." You try to calm down but you can't stop the tears in your eyes once again. "I know, but have you seen Lucy? How can they let her play like that?", you ask as you try to swallow your worry. Leah stops moving and takes you in her arms again, holding you close to let you calm down. "I don't know, she'll be okay. You can't do anything for now. Get your head back in the game okay?", Leah says softly and you nod as you take a deep breath.

You get your head back in the game and try your best to not focus on Lucy as the second half starts. In the 59th minute you play another cross which almost ends in a perfect goal from LJ. Almost.

However in the 63th minute Sam Kerr breaks through and you break out in a sprint to catch her. Which you do, however, as she fakes to the right you slip on the artificial turf and fall to the ground. You still manage to kick the ball away slightly but not hard enough. Sam saves the ball and scores, making you even. You just sit on the ground with your head in your hands as you catch your breath. A few of your teammates come over, including Lucy, and help you up, telling you it's not your fault and especially Lucy asking "Are you okay?" You just nod, it had been a bit painful but nothing you can't push through.

Not even two minutes later you get subbed off. You look confused, you've been playing really well. You look at the sideline and see Sarina shaking her head. You walk off, let Alessia come in for you, walking to the bench without looking at Sarina. Did she really pull you off because of one mistake that you couldn't even stop?

You throw yourself in the seat and sip at your water, angry tears burning in your eyes. "Hey, its not your fault", Georgia tells you but you can't really trust that right now. Sarina obviously thinks it is.

You watch the game continue, pissed off. However as Lucy goes down after a tackle you jump up, looking at her worried. She sits up again so you know she didn't pass out but the game continues, also with another goal for you. Everyone on the bench is cheering except you. As Lucy slowly slides of the pitch and the medic makes her way to her you break out in a full run and run to your girlfriend. You can hear Sarina yell your name and tell you to stay but you don't give a shit.

You're there after the medic who is already looking at her knee. "Are you okay, Luce?", you ask worried as you squat down behind her with your hands on her shoulders. She pulls her legs up slightly as another round of cramps wreck havoc in her body. She just shakes her head. "Everything hurts, I can't even breath without my whole body cramping up", she mumbles as the medic gives her some electrolytes. Once she drank something it almost comes right back up. "Yeah you're done, love", you say and the medic nods. Lucy is pissed but knows you're right. That's when the ref stops the game and walks over to the three of you.

"You can't be here", she says to you and you just look at her confused. "I'm off the pitch, what's the problem?", you ask pissed. "Players can't be next to the goal, it doesn't matter if you're playing or not", "I'm checking on my teammate!", you yell at her. She picked the wrong moment to mess with you. Lucy is just staring at the ground trying to keep ber bearings.

"Don't talk to me like that!", the ref says strictly and you just snort before saying "You make a big deal out of nothing. You stop the game with no reason. Go do your job and let me take care of my teammate!"

You crossed a line and you know that.

She blows the whistle and pulls out a yellow card, giving it to you. "Are you serious? What's your fucking problem?", you start to argue again but the ref isn't having it. Before she could do anything else Leah runs between you two and tells you "Y/N get it together! You'll get carded again and miss the final! I know you're upset but shut your mouth!" By the time she finishes talking, Lucy is on her feet again, stumbling but on her feet. You turn away from the ref and rest a hand on Lucy's back as you guide her to the bench. Lucy gets subbed and you sit down on the bench as she almost immediately starts puking again. "Shh you're okay love", you say soothingly as you rub her back. The medic hands you a cold towel and you rest it on her neck, calming her down. "Y/N what the heck was that?!", Sarina says stomping towards you. You just roll your eyes and keep your attention on Lucy. "Don't ignore me!", she yells and you just look up and say clearly, "I'm not gonna apologize."

You can tell she's about to send you in the locker room but then your teammates score another goal. Your focus still stays on Lucy, it's great your in the lead with two but right now you're worried about your girlfriend. She's trembling and tensing every few moments because of the cramps, the heat here not helping. "Shh you'll be alright, my love", you say gently and press a kiss to her warm temple. As she rests her head in her hands you squat in front of her and hold the cold towel to each side of her face, hoping to lower her fever a bit. The final whistle is blown and you press a kiss to her forehead. "We won, Luce. We're in the final", you whisper and the brunette smiles softly.

"I really don't feel good", she mumbles and your heart breaks at that. "I know, let's get you in the locker room", you say gently before looking at the medic and he just nods for you to take her.

You help her up and steady her as she sways. "We gotta get your fever down", you say and she just nods but you can tell she's pretty out of it. You help her undress and guide her in the shower, only taking off your shoes, shorts and shirt. Getting in with her to make sure she doesn't fall. You stay in for almost 20 minutes but by then her fever dropped at least a little. You are pretty cold but you can care less right now.

Your teammates are mostly in the locker room already as you guide Lucy back to her bench and help her get dressed. "Baby, you're cold", she says but you just ignore her. "She's right, we don't want you getting sick before the final", Leah says, laying your towel around your shoulders. You smile softly at her, thanking her.

Once Lucy is dressed, you quickly change yourself. You will shower at the hotel again. You just pull your shirt down as Sarina knocks at the door. Leah tells her that she can come in and by the look on her face you know she's not done with you.

"What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?!", she yells at you. Leah wants to intervene but you're too quick to answer "What was I thinking?" "You got a yellow because you couldn't keep your mouth shut eventhough you weren't even playing!", she yells at you. "Well I wouldn't have if you wouldn't have been so reckless! What on earth made you think it's okay to let Lucy play?", you ask back loudly. You'd not back down and even Leah knows that intervening now will not end well.

"Lucy said she's fine to play!", she yell and you just laugh angrily. "Everyone knows that she doesn't know when to stop. For fucks sake she couldn't keep anything down all day. Any person that can think logically knew that this was a disaster waiting to happen!", you yell and she just looks angrily at you. "Y/N", Lucy tries, not completely out if it anymore but you just turn to her and say "You better be quiet, Bronze. I'm not done with you either." The fact that you last namened her lets her know she's in trouble so she just shuts her mouth.

"I'm not letting you chew me out because I got a yellow. The ref has been waiting to do that all game and we all know that. You subbed me off because I opened my mouth at halftime. I couldn't have prevented that goal and even if I still feel guilty for it, you of all people should know that it was not my fault!", you yell angrily, you're fuming. "You got a yellow, you're lucky you're not suspended for the final!", she yells back.

"Yeah well if you would've acted with the health of your players as top priority, non of this would've happened!", you spit. "Careful or you'll find yourself on the bench for the final!", she threatens and that when Leah knows she has to step in as captain. "Okay that's enough. Let's go all back to the hotel and calm down before we make any hasty decisions", Leah tells and Sarina just glares at you once more before she leaves the locker room.

"Y/N", Lucy tries again but you just warn, "Don't." "I think it's better if you're quiet, Bronzey", Leah says quietly but you can see her trying to hide a smirk. It's rare to see Lucy Bronze not having a cheeky remark. Leaving the seriousness aside, it is kinda funny so you get Leah.

You head to the bus and sit down next to Lucy again. Now that you're calming down, you're starting to feel your knee a bit from that slip but you'll be fine. You're still pretty pissed so you grab your headphones and put them on, closing your eyes as you lean your head back. You can feel Lucy shifting next to you and not settling in the slightest, so you open your eyes and look at the brunette. You can tell she's feeling sick but the cramps seem to be worse than ever. You sigh softly and turn slightly, before you say "Come here." She looks at you unsure and you say again "I may be really mad at you but I still love you. You have 5 seconds to decide if you want my comfort or not."

It doesn't even take one for her to cuddle into you. Most people wouldn't think that but Lucy is a snuggler. Especially when she's not feeling well. You pull her close and hand her one of the bags you have left, just in case before you gently rub over her belly, trying to soothe those angry muscles.

You end up stuck in traffic and thanks to your soft touch Lucy dozes off a bit. Your eyes are closed again and the music kept the other voices from disturbing your peace. "I thought Y/N is mad at Lucy?", a fairly new teammate asks. She's not been on the team for long enough to fully get Lucy's and your relationship. "Oh she is, she's pissed out of her mind", Keira chuckles softly. "But they're cuddling?!", she asked even more confused. "You must know, Y/n/n is that kind of person where she can be unbelievably mad at you, but she'll still make sure you're okay. No matter what. Lucy can mess up badly like right now but Y/N will take care of her until she feels better because she loves her. She would never in a million years let Lucy suffer on her own or not be there for her just because she's mad. They have a special kind of love", Leah explained as a few of your teammates smile at you guys softly.

You feel that you're being stared at, so you open your eyes to find several teammates quickly look away, but not Leah, Keira and LJ. You see their smile and look down to see Lucy asleep on you. You can't help the smile you crack. Your girlfriend is pretty adorable but you'd never let her see that smile right now. You press a soft kiss to her head and lean back again. Eventually, you make it to the hotel and make your way inside. LJ and you switching rooms for the night, so you can make sure Lucy is okay.

You let Leah know that neither of you will attend dinner tonight before you bring Lucy in the room. "Come on, change and then bed", you say and Lucy wants to argue but your look makes her close her mouth again before following your orders. Lucy is about to lie down as Lauren bring you your bag, before grabbing hers and making her way back to Leah. You start boiling some water in the kettle in the room before fishing the hot water bottle out of your bag. Heat often helps your muscles and Lucy too even if she doesn't want to admit it, so you usually bring it. Once you are done prepping it, you sit down at the edge of the bed, lift the blanket and place it on Lucy's stomach. She sighs softly in relief before she looks up at you with teary eyes.

You know that she hates it when you're mad at her. You sigh softly and caress her cheek, before you say "Don't cry, Luce. Everything will be okay." "Do you still love me? I'm sorry", she asks insecure and it breaks your heart. That's definitely mostly the exhaustion talking. "I will always love you. Even when I'm mad, love. Now do me a favor and get some sleep okay? I'll join you after a quick shower", you say as you kiss her forehead lovingly. She doesn't have to be told twice. Not even a minute later she's already dozing off.

You smile and shower quickly, before joining her in bed. You cuddle your sleeping girlfriend for about an hour until there is a soft knock at the door. It opens a second later and you see Leah waking in with a tray. There is some dinner on it for you and some crackers and fresh ginger for tea for Lucy. "I figured you'd be hungry. How's our Bronzey?", she asks softly to not wake Lucy.

"Thank you. She's okay, I think. I'm glad she's sleeping. She's exhausted", you say as you look concerned at your girlfriend. Leah walks up to you and squeezes your shoulder before she says "She looks a bit better already. She'll be okay. Now eat something yourself please okay?" You sigh and nod before you thank her. Leah leaves again and you eat your dinner. You're just done eating as Lucy stirs. You gently push a piece of hair out of her face and ask "How are you feeling, love?" "A bit better", she mumbles and leans into your touch.

You press a kiss to her forehead and ask "Do you think you could keep down some tea?" "I can try", she says with a small smile, so you get up and finish some tea with the fresh ginger.

Once it's done, she sits up and you hand her the mug before sitting down across from her. You can tell the fever is gone and she seems a lot clearer than earlier.

"How mad at me are you?", she asks softly as she looks up at you. "Pretty mad", you say before you sigh. "Lucy, you cannot be so irresponsible. This could've ended badly and you know that", "I know, I'm sorry", she says quietly. You know own she means it but that just isn't enough. "I know you are but you're sorry because I'm mad now. Lucy I need you to understand that I'm not mad because you acted against my wish. I was fucking worried about you. You could've gotten seriously hurt. I need you to be okay and I don't know how often I can go through such a day like today", you say seriously, close to tears. She knows your biggest fear is losing her.

She quickly puts aside the mug and opens takes your hands in hers. "Hey y/n/n, look at me and listen please. I know I messed up. I know I worried you and scared you. And I'm sorry for that. I can only imagine how anxious you must've been all day and I never wanted to be the reason you're feeling like that. We both know I have a problem to know my limits and I know I should've listened to you. I'm truly sorry and I need you to believe me. I try to listen to you next time", she says as she looks into your eyes and you just nod before she takes you in her arms, letting you calm down and let those tears and anxiety out.

"I'm still mad at you", you mumble in her shoulder. "I know, I deserve that", she chuckles softly and kisses your forehead. After a few minutes in her arms, you sut up and say "Now drink that tea." "Yes ma'am", Lucy just say causing you to roll your eyes smiling.

Grabbing the hot water bottle from her stomach she pouts dramatically and you just laugh before you tell her "Relax, I'm gonna make a fresh one for you."

Getting up you limp a step before putting the water back in the kettle and turn it on, shaking your leg out slightly. You're definitely feeling your knee and Lucy can tell immediately. "Let me look at your knee", she says but you answer "Lucy I want you to rest and drink your tea." "Yeah, well I don't want my girlfriend to be in pain either when she takes care of me", Lucy tells you seriously. She'll not back down, you know that.

You sigh, finish up the hot water bottle and make your way back to bed. Laying the hot water bottle next to her she gets up and tell you to sit down so she can check on your knee. If there is one person to know everything about knees it's Lucy. She can tell how tense the muscles are, probably overstretched a bit. She massages them a bit, which is pretty uncomfortable but ultimately helps.

"Make sure one of the physios takes a look at that tomorrow and gets you taped up", she says softly and you nod, before you thank her. "Not for that", she says and presses a kiss to your knee before getting back in bed. You cuddle up next to her and place the hot water bottle back on her stomach.

Both of you head to sleep pretty early but she does finish her tea and even eats a few crackers without throwing up again. The next morning, you wake up in her arms. You turn off the alarm and she opens her eyes to look sleepily at you. "Morning, I missed this", she mumbles before kissing your head. "Me too", you say smiling before gently rubbing over her stomach. "How's your tummy?", you ask and she answers "Sore but definitely not as queasy anymore."

You just smile satisfied and cuddle for a few more minutes before you get ready for breakfast.

Once down in the dining area you kiss her cheek and say "Sit down already, I'm gonna get us something to eat." She nods and sits down next to Leah. You come back a few minutes later with two plates only to find Lucy and Leah looking at Leah's phone watching the game from yesterday. More precisely the scene where you got a yellow.

"Why are you watching that?", you whine slightly as you place a plate of toast, some cucumber and some watermelon. "I don't remember much of the game yesterday, I wanna know why you got carded", Lucy says grinning and you just roll your eyes. "The ref has been waiting all game for that", you grumble and Leah just chuckles before she says "And thanks to her you're also on bad terms with Sarina." You just sigh and rub over your face, all of that making your head hurt slightly.

Lucy rests a hand on your thigh and makes you look at her. "Thank you for standing up for me", she says softly. "You're welcome, but you better don't do it again, Bronze", you say with a raised eyebrow. She winced slightly at being last named again. "Understood", she says before pressing a kiss to your temple

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allysunny · 9 months

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how would you feel about Miguel x deceased!reader angst like he is looking at old videos of his old life with Gabi??

Fragments of Yesterday | Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Character death, blood, descriptions of violence, angst, very sad Miguel. If I missed anything, please do let me know!

A/N: I AM BACK??? I am SO sorry for the delay! Uni has just started once again, and I was busy sorting everything out. These first few weeks are super hectic, and I barely had any time to write. Anyways, I hope you like this piece! I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it - I think I've written better stuff. I love the ending but something feels off, maybe it was too abrupt? Not sure I like how it turned out. But! It's very angsty and sad, and I had a blast writing it because I LOVE writing angst (shocking!)

Also, I tried to do some more research on the spanish language and on how to use endearement terms. I would hate to be disrespectful to a culture and language that isn't mine, so if there's anything wrong with the spanish here, please do let me know, and I promise I will do better! I'm also deathly afraid of fetishizing Miguel and his culture, so please do call me out if my writing ever does that. It really isn't my intention.

Anyways, I hope you guys like it! I haven't forgotten about my other requests, and am working on them :) Just please, be patient with me. Thank you! <3

“Papa! Papa, look! Doesn’t Mama look gorgeous?” His precious little girl said, pulling him by the hand. The camera he held captured only what was before him, which shifted in just a few seconds. He’d been sitting down on his living room’s couch, camera pointed at the floor as he tried to figure out how to get it to work. Then, he was crossing every room in his apartment until he was met with the sight of you, standing right in front of your mirror.

“Stooop looking at the camera!” Gabriela shouted once more, tugging his arm. He did what she asked, placing it down and walking towards you. Your daughter looked adorable in her pale pink dress, all frills and ribbons, a flower headband adorning her head and pulling her curls back. “Look at her! Look at Mama!”

And so he did, and wow.

You looked…

Wow.

“Cat got your tongue, Miggy?” You looked over your shoulder to give him a flirty smile. Your face was in full display, since you’d pushed your hair back to form a ponytail, and only a single rebellious strand fell, giving you that air of effortless, timeless beauty Miguel has always considered you to have.

He took you in. The dark blue dress that fitted you perfectly, long, silky sleeves flowing as you moved around. The sweetheart neckline was flattering on your body, hugging your figure in all the right ways, and making your husband salivate just by looking at you.

“Doesn’t Mama look like a princess?” Gabriela asked once again, looking up at you in awe. You smiled and bent over, taking her cheeks in your hands, and placing the most tender kiss on top of her forehead.

“You’re the princess, mija. You look wonderful.” The little girl beamed, hands resting on top of yours. She then turns to her Papa, who’s still smiling like a fool.

“Answer, Papa!”

You tilted your head to the side, smiling at your husband.

“Go on, Papa, answer your daughter.” You said to him with a small chuckle.

Miguel gathered his thoughts. His gorgeous wife was standing right next to his beautiful daughter. The two most precious people in the entire world were standing right in front of him, making this a sight to remember.

“You’re right, mija. Your Mama does look like a princess.” You blushed at his words, doing a silly little twirl for him and your daughter. Gabriela’s jaw fell wide open, and she clapped happily, claiming you really were a princess.

The you in the video got closer, meaning Miguel approached the both of you with his camera. Turning it around, the three of you could finally appear in one frame together. Him, all sharp cheekbones, and tired eyes, you, all dazzling smile and sparkling gaze, and your daughter, a sweet mix of the two.

“Say hi to the video,” he said happily, and the both of you obliged. You, waving gracefully, and Gabriela doing it as if her life depended on it.

The video ended.

Right away, another one started.

“Shhhh, she’s sleeping!” You hushed your husband as soon as he stepped into the room. You’d been nursing little Gabriela for a while now, and after what felt like an eternity, she’d finally fallen asleep. Her tiny mouth was parted, and the slow rise and fall of her chest was a gentle reminder that she was alive and well.

“Just wanted to record this moment,” Was the reply Miguel gave you. He pointed the camera at you and melted at the sight. Lately you’d been complaining about your appearance – your hair felt dry and flat, the bags under your eyes were huge, and your body had gone through a lot of changes. But Miguel?

He saw a beautiful and radiant woman, whose body had transformed to accommodate his child. Whose smile was ever as dazzling, whose eyebags were a testament of the love and care you had for your daughter. He saw a goddess, and he hoped his video camera lens could capture that.

“She looks like you.” You said with a smile, finger lightly tracing the round, chubby cheek of your child. “I personally think it’s quite unfair. I did all the work.”

“I’d say I worked quite hard myself,” Miguel replied, sitting close to you, and giving you a chuckle, “I mean, if it weren’t for me…” You raised an eyebrow, and Miguel was quick to shut up, but not before giving you a light chuckle. “Fine, fine. I guess it is unfair.”

He placed the camera on top of the small coffee table in front of the couch and placing a protective arm around your figure. His hand came up to caress his little girl’s head, and although you weren’t used to the sight of mighty Miguel O’Hara becoming putty whenever he saw her, you couldn’t say you weren’t pleased.

“Mis hermosas chicas…” He mumbled, glancing up at you. You swore you could see pure, sheer, raw adoration in those eyes of his. How you loved whenever your husband got like this, when he sat down and idolised the hell out of you and your little girl.

Big bad brooding Miguel O’Hara was a lovesick fool, and a proud father. How sweet.

The last video was the most recent.

“Come, come, Papa! Hurry up!” This point of view was odd, floating up in the air, ominously overlooking the O’Hara family. Gabriela had asked Lyla to film the occasion, and she happily obliged.

“Mija, I’m not exactly getting younger, slow down,” Was the lie he told her – as if he, the one and only Spiderman, could not catch up with a child. Still, he adored playing into Gabriela’s antics.

“Keep your eyes closed, otherwise it’ll be spoiled!”

You smiled at the two of them, cautiously watching from afar, to make sure your daughter didn’t accidentally have Miguel run into a wall or a door – there was no way you’d let something like that ruin the surprise the two of you had spent days preparing.

“Watch your step…” Gabriela muttered, carefully leading her father down the stairs to the rooftop of your building.

A spider-sense would be useful on most occasions, but Miguel found himself trusting you completely. Besides, it’d only ruin the surprise. He didn’t want that. He’d seen the small gestures that were meant to keep him far away, found the both of you whispering and plotting on the couch, only to loudly change topics as soon as he walked in – his wife and daughter were very thorough about this surprise.

“Alright, you can open them in three… two…. One… Sorpresa!” Gabriela yelled excitedly, pointing at the lively scene before her.

The roof was nicely decorated, full of lights and colourful balloons. There was a small table with a very expensive-looking bottle of wine, and his favourite empanadas. Hanging on by a few stripes of colourful tape, was a banner with the words “Congratulations on the promotion!” hand drawn on them.

Miguel was speechless.

He’d confided in you that he was going after a promotion at his job. He started working longer shifts, coming home at the oddest hours, and barely getting any sleep, but it eventually paid off. Not only was his salary better, but he would be able to spend more time at home, spoiling his wife and watching his little girl grow.

A smile graced his features.

“You did all this for me, nena?” He asked, turning to face Gabriela who smiled at him proudly.

She nodded enthusiastically, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him near the table.

“Mama helped! Look, we have all your favourites. I even helped make the empanadas! And we got those crunchy fries you like – see? Congrats Papa!”

It was hard not to feel happy. He had always found his daughter’s happiness to be the most contagious thing in the world, and often found himself indulging in whatever shenanigans she might have, if only it meant keeping a smile on her face. The same applied to you – Miguel was whipped, to say the least.

Which was why everything had become so much harder when the two of you passed away.

Miguel remembers it as if it was yesterday.

An anomaly had broken loose on HQ – a Green Goblin variant, one who wasn’t even supposed to exist, vicious and cruel. It resented being locked up by the leader of the Spider Society and was out to get whatever or whomever he loved the most. This man was cunning. He evaded every single Spiderman Miguel sent after him, even going as far as to almost knocking him unconscious, and, hiding in plain sight, stole whatever records Miguel had on you.

They were mostly safety plans and protocols, but with the help of the technology from his own (somehow inexistent) universe, the Goblin was able to find you and Gabriela. It took a while for Lyla to wake Miguel up. He was nearly out, and those few moments he spent on the floor trying to regain consciousness, had been precious. If it weren’t for those moments, perhaps you’d still be alive.

You were picking her up from school, walking hand in hand as she told you all that happened to her that day, recalling every single detail. You were smiling, and so was she.

As soon as the Goblin left HQ, Miguel knew exactly where he was headed.

From then on, it felt like a race against time.

His heart pounded loudly against his chest – he needed to get you to safety as soon as possible.

Miguel asked (more like demanded) Lyla to call you, and for a few mere seconds, it seemed like everything could work out. He tried to sound as calm as possible; there was no need to freak you out, not when you had Gabriela with you, and the most important thing was getting you to safety.

“Hey honey,” You greeted him with that warm tone, and Miguel could swear he could hear your smile in those words.

“Hi Papa!” Gabriela interjected, to which you chuckled.

“I was just picking her up from school – “

“Mi amor, listen to me, I need you to get Gabriela and hide, right now. Just do as I say, please, find somewhere you can hide, and – “

He was cut off by the sound of a scream, coming from the other side of the phone. A scream that was most likely yours.

He ran faster, swung faster, he as much as flew to you.

But while Miguel tried to hurry the shock up to get to his family, the Green Goblin was already there, frightening you and Gabriela, who had walked inside a bakery to get a treat before heading home. You were standing in front of her, in a feeble attempt to protect your little girl from harm.

“Stay back!” You yelled, removing a small gadget from your pocket. A sort of mix between a gun and a taser, a small invention Miguel had concocted to keep you safe. Should it the target, they’d feel terrible amounts of pain not only from the bullet, but also from the electricity said bullet would shoot through their body. You fired it once. Then twice. Then a third time, but to no avail. The Goblin’s suit was too thick, and you’d perhaps have made the same damage if you threw rocks at him. It was useless.

“Well look who we have here.” His words were acid, disgusting and lethal, and they almost made you cower before him. Almost. You had to be strong for Gabriela. Miguel was sure to be here soon, you knew it. “Such a pretty little thing. And his offspring.” The way he said the word made it seem like he detested the taste of it, and for some reason, it made you stand taller in front of your daughter.

“Let’s see how he likes feeling the same kind of despair I did.” The Goblin snarled, seizing you with only one arm. He was big, bigger than you, bigger than your sweet Miguel – this creature was a monster, and a big one. Grabbing you seemed like an easy task for him.

“Mama!” Gabriela yelled, arms reaching up to try and pull you. It didn’t work.

“Let me go, you disgusting vermin!” You pounded your fists against his chest, tried slapping him, punching him, clawing his eyes out, but it seemed like you were only tiring yourself out instead of harming him. “When Spiderman gets here…”

“Spiderman? Oh, you poor thing. You really think Spiderman will come?”

“He’s here! Spiderman’s coming!” You could hear the relief in Gabriela’s voice.

But that relief did not last long.

The Goblin looked to his side, snarling as soon as he spotted Miguel, who was approaching at an abnormal speed.

“Well, well…” The creature snarled, looking between you and Miguel. “I wish I had more time. I do like a bit of dramatics. Hey Spidey? You watching?” Having said this, the creature strengthened his grip on you, and, after floating a few meters above the ground, released you. Well, he didn’t simply release you. He threw you against the floor with all the strength he could muster.

Time seemed to stop for him.

It was like Miguel could see you in slow motion, tears falling from your eyes as you glanced at him, silently begging him to do something. The life you two had carved with each other flashed before your eyes. Meeting you at that shitty empanada place, bringing you flowers, saying “I do”, holding you tightly as you clutched that positive test in your hands, crying with joy at the sight of you with your daughter, kissing you before going to work. They replayed in his mind repeatedly, and he all but flew in your direction, hoping he would be fast enough to save you.

The loud “thud” coming from below him informed him of otherwise.

In that moment, Miguel didn’t know what to do. He had no idea what had just happened. He couldn’t process the information that was standing right in front of him. You, limbs contorted in a billion different positions, eyes wide open and terrified, a big pool of blood forming by your head.

What was happening? Why were you on the floor? Why weren’t you moving?

Miguel was used to death. He was used to not being able to save everyone – more than once did you have to coax him back to sleep after nightmares, ones that derived from his inability to get every single person to safety. But actually seeing you on the floor like this? It was the hardest thing Miguel had ever tried to process. He had never accepted the idea of you dying. In his mind, he’d always be able to save you.

“Spiderman! Spiderman please – help me!” It was Gabriela’s frightened voice that made him look up from your figure. And he wished he’d done it sooner.

Miguel had to deal with villains and anomalies in a daily basis. Some liked talking. Some liked taunting. Sometimes, these two characteristics managed to buy him some time, managed to get him to save the civilians, to get him to save the day. But this Green Goblin was different. He wasn’t interested in talking. There was no self-centred monologue, no well-crafted speech that allowed him to swoop in and save the innocent passerby. This Green Goblin was out for blood.

“Hey Spidey,” The Goblin was once again floating midair on his platform, holding Gabriela by her neck. Shocking hell, her neck. Miguel used his webs, swinging as fast as he could, following the creature, who, with every word, floated higher and higher. “Remember what you told me back in your little Society? That you would defeat me? What were the words you used? Oh. That’s right, you said you’d crush me.”

Shit, shit, shit. Why was he so damn slow. Why was the Goblin so damn fast. A few more meters and he’d be there. A few more meters and he’d be holding his little girl, he would save his little girl, he’d save her and take her home, everything would be fine –

“I guess I’m the one who’s doing the crushing now.”

A rippling scream came out of his daughter’s mouth.

The kind of sound no parent should hear coming from their child.

He could hear the sound of bones crushing. The sound of breath coming to a halt.

And then, as if the girl was nothing but trash, he released her.

Miguel lunged in her direction, and by some miracle, was able to get a hold of her before she fell to the floor.

“Gabi, Gabi, look at me. Talk to me Gabriela, please.” He mumbled as soon as he safely landed on the floor, hands coming up to check her face. And that��s when his eyes landed on her neck. Her small, frail neck, completely shattered by that monster’s hands.

Miguel doesn’t quite know what happened next. He saw red, and the only thing he remembers, are the limbs of the Green Goblin scattered around the street. Some in his hands. Some on the floor. The creature’s throat was right under his foot.

And what came next was pain.

Unbearable pain.

Learning to live without you and Gabriela had been the hardest thing he had ever done.

In fact, it was so hard, he still didn’t know how to do it.

There were the nightmares, the terrible nightmares he had the first few months. He saw your death in his dreams repeatedly. Miguel couldn’t close his eyes. If he as much as blinked, he would be met with your figure, lying on the floor, lifeless eyes filled with tears, or his daughter’s tiny neck in that horrible position.

It was as if all the good memories he had with you had vanished, giving room to the awful images of your dead bodies.

So, he settled for the videos.

Visual memories of the three of you as a family. Some of you were from Christmas time. Perhaps you were decorating the Christmas tree, as a fitting playlist (most likely chosen by you) played in the background. He had a few of Gabriela opening her presents. Soccer balls and equipment, books on her favourite hobbies, a big teddy bear and other toys a child her age would like.

Videos of the three of you out on dates. At the zoo, pointing at the giraffes and laughing at their silly smiles. At the park, eating ice cream and observing the clouds.

Some videos were just from the two of you. Walks in the park you wished to remember, lazy mornings long before Gabriela was born, where you set the camera on your nightstand and press kiss after kiss against his naked back, picnics on the rooftop of your apartment.

Miguel would forever be grateful to you, for always bringing a camera everywhere you went, or insisting to record every waking moment your family spent together with your phone. It had been these recordings that Miguel turned to on his darkest hours.

Sometimes, Peter B. and the kids found him hunched over his desk, silently crying as he clutched your daughter’s teddy bear in her hands. He would whisper to it, apologising profusely for not being able to save her, for being a terrible father and an even worse superhero. The group had also caught him whispering words to the framed pictures he had of you. He’d cry and ask for forgiveness, ask for advice, ask for a sign that you were still with him, somehow.

It hurt to see Miguel like this.

He refused to be Spiderman for a few days, claiming he wasn’t good enough to protect the city. If he couldn’t protect you and Gabriela, surely that must mean he is not fit to save anyone at all. But with a lot of convincing from Peter, he realised that your deaths were the reason he had to protect the city. To keep things like these from happening ever again.

Miguel looked at the screen in front of him.

You were so gorgeous. You always had been. Even when you looked away in embarrassment, or when you woke up, hair tousled in every direction, or bent over the toilet, puking your guts out. You were so beautiful. Right now, he watched as you helped Gabriela get ready for her birthday party, combing her hair and putting it up on two little pigtails. Your little girl looked radiant. Everyone said she looked like Miguel, but he saw you in her eyes, in the way she smiled, in the way he helped others.

In fact, Miguel saw her everywhere.

He saw her in the gentle way the sun kissed his skin whenever he felt too defeated to wake up. He saw her in the way his pieces of bread looked like funny shapes. He saw her in the way birds played with each other midair, chirping and spreading their wings in a sign of freedom.

And he saw you too.

Whenever the breeze blew lightly against his face, he could swear it was your lips he felt against your temple. Whenever his food was too hot against his tongue, it was as if he could hear you say, “Slow down guapo, the food ain’t going anywhere”. Every time he saved someone, he could hear you, oh so vividly, as you praised him and told him you were proud of him.

Learning to live without you and Gabriela had been the hardest thing he had ever done.

In fact, it was sohard, he still didn’t know how to do it.

But he was learning.

And if his wife and daughter stayed by his side like this – he was sure he could do it.

A/N: That's it! I hope you guys liked it! I can't wait to show you guys what other requests I've been writing. They're all so creative!

Have an amazing day, everyone!

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yeoosaangg · 8 months

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Insane || Kinktober - Day 17

pairing ▸ park jisung × f!reader

now playing ▸ insane - black gryph0n, baasik

⤷ ❝i promise honey, i can feel your pain. and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit, does that make me insane?❞

genre ▸ demon au, smut

warnings ▸ sadism, dub-con, knife play, restraints, pain kink, degradation, blood kink, death

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

Jisung was strolling down the streets of Hell like any other day. It feels empty now that Halloween season has come around the corner.

Demons keep getting summoned, which should be a good thing.

But he's frustrated that he hasn't been summoned in 3000 demon years. He's itching to cause mischief amongst the mortal realm, yet he's stuck doing errands for The King.

Taeyong: Cheer up, Jisung. Maybe you'll get summoned this time around.

Jisung: Highly doubt it.

But then he feels the pull in his gut.

Jisung: Um, I think it's already happening?

Taeyong: What are you waiting for? Don't make the human wait!

And just like that, he teleports into someone's bedroom.

Your bedroom.

Y/n: Huh... Didn't think that'd work.

Jisung: You summoned a demon without proper knowledge of it working?

Y/n: Pretty much.

The demon stares at you in disbelief.

Were all humans this dumb?

Jisung: The name's Park Jisung. What can I help you with?

You grin, pointing to your bed filled with knives and sex toys.

Seriously? Again?

Y/n: In exchange for my soul, I want you to fuck me.

Of course you do.

But he doesn't agree right away. He doesn't want to seem desperate.

Jisung: Why would I want your soul in exchange for sex? Do I look like a prostitute?

Y/n: No. But I'm super fucking horny and everyone bashes on my kinks because they're "degrading to women everywhere". So I called you.

He analyzes the things you have on your bed carefully.

You must be a masochist.

Jisung: And having sex with a demon isn't kinky enough? You want to be tied up like a helpless victim while I fuck you in demon form?

Y/n: Yeah.

You are not right in the head, but a deal's a deal. And this isn't the first time someone's asked for this.

Jisung sighs, stripping himself of his clothes.

He raises an eyebrow at you and snaps his fingers to get your attention.

You tilt your head in confusion, but understand what he means when he points down at your dress.

The fabric slides off your shoulders, pooling around your ankles. You're left in nothing but your panties.

He snaps his fingers and all your equipment floats in the air. Even though you know he's powerful, you still get surprised by the sight.

Jisung: You want me to tie you up myself? Or do you want me to make it easier for the both of us?

Y/n: Doesn't matter. Also... Why are you so chill about this?

Jisung: This happens a lot.

Y/n: Don't demons need to know our names in order to take our souls.

Jisung: Obviously.

Y/n: But I haven't told you my name.

Jisung: And you don't have to. It's written on the outside of that laptop behind you.

Indeed it was.

You shrug and climb onto the bed when he hovers over you, literally.

Jisung: Demon form now or work up to it?

Y/n: Work up to it please.

Jisung: Safe word?

Y/n: Didn't think I needed one.

Jisung: I'm a demon, not an asshole.

Y/n: Oh... Then the safe word is Flower.

The ropes magically bind your wrists and ankles very tightly. Jisung looks up and grabs one of the knives floating above his head.

He looks down at you and smirks before carving into your neck. His tongue licks up and down, blood deliciously coating his tongue.

Jisung: Fuck, you taste good.

The bed dips down when he kneels right next to you, carving his intials into your collarbone. He licks the blood there too, moaning at the taste.

He hasn't had a good meal in a few weeks, so this was killing multiple birds with one stone.

You're breathing heavily as he continues carving at your skin, drinking the blood from those areas. He reaches your swollen cunt, glistening pussy begging him to be touched.

Three fingers pump into your cunt, not letting you adjust to his long digits. He works you open, watching you squirm and and moan at being used like this.

Y/n: Gonna cum.

He's knuckles deep into your hole, pumping until his fingers are wet from your slick.

Jisung: This isn't even enough prep for my cock, pet.

You gulp.

He was already big, his demon dick must be monstrous.

Jisung: How do you feel about fisting?

An involuntary moan escapes your lips, making his smug expression even more sinister.

He shoves his three fingers into you again, watching you scream as he works his way to punching his entire fist into your gummy walls.

His entire wrist disappears inside you. You're already shaking when it's barely your second orgasm.

Jisung: How cute. You're already far gone.

That's when he grabs three of your dildos, turning them into one huge monster dildo.

He slowly slides it up and down your folds. You whine at the sensitivity, desperately trying to close your legs. But the movement only makes them magically pull you back in place.

Jisung: Oh, silly Y/n. I'm gonna have my fun with you.

He gives no warning as he shoves the huge dildo into your tight pussy. The stretch has you screaming and crying, your face scrunched in pain.

He snaps his fingers again and watches the dildo fuck itself into you so fast, you'd think it wasn't moving. But you feel it pulling in and out as your cunt begs for a break.

His hands squeeze your breasts painfully, but you still shake in pleasure.

Jisung: Look at you. What happened to the desperate and pathetic little human who wanted to exchange her soul for one night with a demon, hm? Now so nonchalant now, are you?

You don't even answer him, you can't. Not when your orgasm was so intense that you blackout for a second.

You try to catch your breath, but the dildo doesn't stop pumping inside you.

Jisung: God, it's been so long. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back with you.

Y/n: T-Then don't.

Jisung: It might kill you, human. Then your soul would be automatically mine.

Y/n: I'm okay with that.

Jisung: If you say so.

You gasp when he turns into his demon form.

He was already tall, but now he's nine feet tall, claws coming out of his fingertips, horns adorning the crown of his head, razor sharp fangs, and has an eighteen inch long cock.

You gulp, not thinking this through.

He climbs over you and throws the dildo on the floor. He shoves his cock into you, hips slamming against your ass faster than the dildo.

You can feel him in your guts, maybe even further. Your body was shutting down from the amount of pain and pleasure, going limp against the mattress.

He just rams his monster cock into you until he cums deep into your body, all of it spilling out of you like a drainage pipe.

He pulls out, turning back to his original size.

Your sex toys get placed on your desk, the ropes free you of it's restricting hold.

Your breathing is labored, heartbeat too faint for a healthy human.

It wasn't until your body completely stills and your souls apoears in your hand that he realizes the situation. He just fucked you to your death and now he's got another soul to eat.

Other humans will find you eventually.

Jisung: I did warn her. Oh well!

He snaps his fingers and his clothes are back on his body. He teleports back to Hell, right where he was last seen - even Taeyong's still there.

Taeyong: So, I see you made a deal. Very proud of you.

Jisung: And got a good fuck out if it, too.

Taeyong: Please tell me you didn't fuck a corpse.

Jisung: I'm not a fucking idiot. The deal was to fuck her and I get her soul. Not my fault she croaked.

Taeyong: Right... Well, We've got a meeting with Kun.

Jisung: Why?

Taeyong: Yangyang's missing.

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cixrosie · 6 months

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Marry You

Prompt : " Why don't you try kissing my neck? If you don't then im gonna kiss yours." "You're acting like you weren't just just kissing my neck for the thousandth time already just then" from @dumplingsjinson prompt list

You and Jesper have been together for a while recently celebrating your 5th anniversary together and while yes you want to marry him there isn't a rush and he's more than assured you that you are the one he wants to marry.

Cut to today, you woke up warmer than usual as well as feeling stomach cramps. You turn to your right as you lay in bed and you see your boyfriend sleeping soundly . You look at him and smile wide he got in super late last night as he came back from a super long roadie so you didn't get to greet him properly. You guys have no set plans for today but knowing Jesper he will probably want to take you out on a date like he usually does when he comes back from a super long roadie.

Then you decide to get up and deal with the cramps you are constantly feeling in your stomach which means one thing : PERIOD. You hurry up and get up that way you don't stain the bed. You turn around as you get up to look at Jesper to make sure you haven't woken him up but he's still sleep. Heading into the bathroom you pee and deal with the devil and not talking about the one sleep and half naked in your bed.

After Coming out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth you see that Jesper is now awake. One hand behind his head another holding his phone. " Hey baby" he says. "Hi baby did I wake you?" you asked "No " he responded "Good" you say as you got back into bed and kissed him softly. He gently moans into the kiss as you pull away. You smile at him. " whats planned for today?" "I don't know I was thinking let's just see where the day takes us " Jesper says "ok" you respond . "But I'm gonna take a shower do you wanna join" Jesper asks. "No baby I'm sorry I already showered and plus I started my period today" "That's never stopped us before but ok ill be out soon" he says.

Fast forward to the evening Jesper and you have had a pretty chill day mostly just enjoying each other's company . Jesper did check his phone a bunch during the first movie but it's probably just the team group chat about the next practice. You guys made breakfast together then ate said breakfast. After breakfast you guys chilled on the couch wrapped up in each other as you watch movies . Then you guys ordered lunch. Its now about 4:30pm and you guys are still on the couch you laying in between Jespers legs as he rubs your stomach with delicate pressure. " How are your cramps baby" he asks "they aren't that bad your massage is helping a lot " you respond as he smiles down at you and kisses your head.

"Lets go out tonight if you feel up to it just us a nice restaurant " he suggests, "ok" you respond as you get up to get ready. About an hour and half later you guys are both ready. You come down wearing medium length dress that stop just above your calf with a slit in the dress on the right side. Jesper looks at you and his mouth drops. "Gosh you are so beautiful " he says as he stands up to meet up halfway and hold your waist. " You aren't to bad yourself Mr. Bratt" you say jokingly.

Fast forward after a phenomenal dinner and dessert Jesper asks if you guys wanted to walk around a bit before heading home. You nod as you say yes. " Are you sure even with your shoes" Jesper says as he points to your heels you are wearing. " yes these are fine they are super comfortable" you say as you smile at him .

You guys walk around and look at the pretty flowers and sculptures in the park that's near the restaurant. The park is weirdly empty for this time of day but you shake that thought. You feel eyes on you as you ramble about the flowers , you turn and see only one pair : Jespers " what?" you ask as you giggle at him . " Nothing you are just so beautiful " he says as you lean in to kiss him but he stops as he starts to go down on one knee. You instantly started freaking out.

" Why are you...Going down...On your knee? Oh my god Are you--"

"Yes. Yes I am " Jesper says smiling as you start to tear up.

" Ive loved you since the day we met, and everyday since then has made me a better and happier man. Whether we are 1,000 miles apart or right next to each other on the couch, I always feel close to you knowing we have a bright future together . We take care of each other in bad times and celebrate each others successes together, in sickness and in health. Whenever I think about the future , I always see you and me taking it on together and I look forward to every little surprise and laughter I can give you . I Love you so fucking much Will you marry me ?"

" FUCKING YESSSSS YESS YESS JES" you say loudly but you don't care as you stoop down to his level to kiss him as he slides the ring on your left ring finger . Jesper kisses you back even harder as you both stand up . You guys walk to Jespers car and he drive you both back to your shared apartment .

You guys walk through the door and quickly get changed out of your clothes you had on and changed into pajamas . Jesper meets you in bed as you look at him with so much love in your eyes .

"what?" he says " I just love you so fucking much and im sorry" " I love you too baby but why are you sorry" he asks " Because im on my period and we can't celebrate like we should be doing " . Jesper laughs and he kisses your neck " You are so fucking cute , I don't care about sleeping with you baby we have the rest of our lives for that " he says. you laugh at his response as he presses a long kiss to your neck as you involuntarily moan. " well now im turned on" you say to him

" Why don't you try kissing my neck? If you don't then im gonna kiss yours " he says as you kiss his neck . You look up at him with an eyebrow raised. " what?" " You're acting like you weren't just kissing my neck for the thousandth time just then" you say as he laughs as he pulls you closer to him. " yea and ill keep doing it for the rest of your lives" Jesper says .

You lean in to kiss him and say " Im so happy I get to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you " " As do I my love" he responds as you both start to dose off to sleep.

In the morning you wake up and look at your left hand to make sure it wasn't a dream : You and Jesper are engaged . You hear a slight giggle as you do and turn and see Jesper laughing .

"what?" you ask him

"One I see you checking your hand and yes its real and two look at these texts from the group chat " he says as he hands you his phone as scoots closer to you , you laugh as you start to read:

DEVILS Groupchat:

Yesterday at 3:30pm

Jesper: no you guys will not be there when I propose im already nervous

Today at 10:45am

John : Oh wow

Cap'n Nico : Is he gonna do it ?

Dawson: HE IS HE IS

Jack: Its about damn time

Luke : AWWWw I can't wait to congratulate them

Cap'n Nico: were not even supposed to be here

Dawson : or know

Jack: who else is starting to get a rash from being in that bush so jesper would see us?

John : Jesper is gonna be pissed when he finds out

Jack: not as pissed as he'll be when he finds out Dawson recorded the whole thing

Luke: WAIT

Luke: FUCK GUYS THIS ISNT THE OTHER CHAT WITHOUT JESPER ITS THE MAIN ONE HE WILL SEE THIS

Jack: FUCKKKINGG HELL

Dawson: Hi jesper if you see this I wasn't there I have no video of you proposing

Dawson : FUCK

By the time you are done laughing you have tears from laughing so hard but then you smile because those idiots are gonna be apart of your family for the rest of your life and you aren't complaining

a/n: AHHHH HIII AGAIN this is my second fic and I had to show my man Jesper some love with this fic also requests are open so send them in

im tagging some people who ive read phenomenal pics and AUs from and mutuals and just overall great people. feedback is appreciated but don't feel like you have to ok bye <3

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 4 months

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Operation Keep Busy (Peter Anthology AU Pt. 3)

Pairing: Platonic! Peter Parker & Reader; Reader x Bucky (but that's not really plot relevant)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: none really except some mentions of death, they visit the cemetery

Genre: super fluffy minor angst

Summary: You happen to be the only person who still remembers Peter Parker exists and you are not about to hang him out to dry. So what happens when you take Peter in and basically become his guardian? Well- nothing is simple where super-teens are involved, but you and Peter can certainly handle whatever comes your way. Right?

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"Hey, kid, come here." Bucky stops Peter as he walks past the kitchen on the way out of your apartment.

"Hi Mr. Bucky. What's up? Did I do something? Are you going to yell at me?" Peter asks.

"Why would I yell at you?" Bucky frowns.

"Well you don't seem to like me very much so- I kinda just assumed that if you wanted to talk it couldn't be anything good." Peter shrugs.

"Oh. Just so we're clear, I don't- not like you or- Not the point. I need your help with something."

"You need my help?" Peter's eyes widen.

"Me and Y/n's anniversary is next week and I'll need your help distracting her for the afternoon while I set some things up." Bucky explains.

"You need me to distract her for a whole afternoon?! How am I supposed to do that?"

"Just a few hours. I think you can manage." Bucky shrugs.

"What if I can't?!"

"You're basically her surrogate child, you tell her you need her for quite literally anything and she'd drop whatever she's doing to help you. Just make something up that'll keep you busy for at least two hours."

"That's a long time Mr. Bucky." Peter frowns.

"You have a whole week. I'm sure you can come up with something." Bucky clasps Peter's shoulder as his form of encouragement.

"Like what?"

"Sorry kid that part's your job." Bucky shrugs. Peter lets out a huff through his nose.

"I'll do my best." He nods. He's not about to screw this up and make Mr. Bucky actually have a reason to not like him.

Bucky's lips gently caressing the back of your neck slowly pull you from your sleep this morning and you let out an appreciative hum at the feeling.

"Good morning baby." He says.

"Good morning indeed." You smile, turning in his arms to face him.

"Happy anniversary doll."

"Happy anniversary my love."

"I-" Bucky's interrupted by a timid knock on your bedroom door.

"Hey- y/n, can I come in?" Peter asks hesitantly.

"One moment Peter!" You call back.

"No tell him to go away." Bucky grumbles pulling you back against him when you move to get up.

"Don't be a child, if he's at the door first thing he obviously needs something. Plus what if he heard you? That's mean."

"There's no way he heard me." Bucky rolls his eyes.

"You don't know that." You pluck his forehead and roll out of bed. You quickly put on your robe and open the door to find Peter in the hall.

"Hi- good morning. Sorry if I woke you."

"You and I both know you know you didn't wake- nevermind. Good morning Peter. What's up?" You ask.

"Well... I was just wondering if maybe- canyougowithmetovisitauntMay?!" He rushes out so quickly you're not sure you heard it right.

"Huh? Say that again, slower this time please."

"I was wondering if you would go with me to visit Aunt May today. I haven't been in a few months and I feel really really bad about it but I don't have it in me to go by myself again, it's too hard but if I don't go today I won't be able to live with myself so I was really hoping you'd be able to come with me." Peter nervously twiddles his fingers as he speaks.

"I-" You glance briefly at Bucky still in your bed "Peter of course I'll go with you, sweetheart." You say.

"You will?"

"Absolutely. We can even hit up a florist first and pick out a special bouquet for her if you'd like."

"Thank you!" Peter almost tackles you in a hug and you wrap your arms around him, though taken aback. He's not the most touchy-feely kid.

"No problem honey. Go ahead and get dressed."

"Okay. I'll be quick!"

"No rush. I still have to make breakfast." You call after him as he darts down the hall.

"You're really going to spend our anniversary in a graveyard?!" Bucky scoffs.

"Not the whole of it. And instead of being dreadful about it, you could think about it as me spending our anniversary being there for the child I decided to take in when he needs me." You say. "Besides, it's a Tuesday, we can literally hit up any restaurant and go to dinner later we'll be fine."

"I had hoped to spend the day with you." He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back into bed with him.

"Oh and did this day together involve getting out of bed at some point?" You quip.

"Only after a few hours if I could help it." He litters kisses along your throat as he speaks.

"Oh so no different than any other day. Good to know." You chuckle. "Look I'm sure we won't spend the whole day at the cemetery, we can just go to dinner somewhere later this evening. It's a Tuesday we should have no issue getting a table at literally any restaurant we'd like to go to." You say.

"I guess." He sighs.

"Don't pout." You kiss his protruding lip with a chuckle. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Pancakes?"

"Alright. I'll leave some for you for whenever you get up." You tell him before going to your bathroom to get ready. You wash your face and brush your teeth and when you go back into your room to pick out clothes Bucky is still in bed. He quite enjoys an opportunity to lounge around when he gets the chance. You get dressed pretty quickly and head to the kitchen to make breakfast. Peter slides into the kitchen just as you finish making the pancakes and eggs.

"Ooo pancakes." He says.

"Help yourself." You tell him.

"Are you going to have some?"

"Yeah, I'm just getting some strawberries first." You say. You cut up the fruit and put it on a plate with two pancakes and a scoop of eggs.

"You made a lot."

"Some's for Bucky, whenever he gets out of bed. He's being a bit pouty right now." You shrug.

"Pouty? About what?" Peter asks.

"Oh just about me spending the afternoon with you. Don't worry about it, he'll be alright." You wave a hand dismissively.

"You're sure? I don't want him to hate me."

"Oh you have nothing to worry about there. The big scary thing is just an act he's such a softy. He'll deny it if you ask but it's true."

"If you say so." Peter frowns at his breakfast plate.

"You are so adorable." You chuckle. "Hon do not let that grumpy old man stress you out. You're a sweet kid, as long as he's not rude to you and vice versa don't panic about him 'liking you' he can't justify being a hater." You shrug.

"... Being a hater? Where did you learn that?"

"Peter I am not that old don't start." You point your fork at him. He puts his hands up in surrender and continues eating without another word. The two of you finish breakfast and are out of the apartment in the next half hour.

"Okay there's a florist a couple of blocks away if you want to hit that one, or we can find one closer to the cemetery if you'd like." You suggest as the two of you walk towards the subway.

"I think we should- find one near the cemetery." He says.

"That's fine. Let's just get on the train then." You say. Your ride isn't long maybe 15 minutes but tracking down a florist near the graveyard proves to be a much more difficult task. Or rather, Peter makes it a difficult task, for some reason he swears to know one 'not far' but after a ten minute walk you insist on checking your phone only to find he's had you walking in the exact opposite direction.

"You're not usually so bad with directions Peter, I have to say I'm surprised we ended up so off."

"Sorry I just- I think I'm distracted because of the whole- visiting May thing." He frowns.

"Oh honey- don't worry about it. Lucky for us it's the 21st century and everyone has a digital map in their pockets at all times." You say rubbing his shoulder. Eventually, you make it to the flower shop. Peter takes his time picking out flowers for his aunt, you help where you can but he seems to have a specific vision and you're happy to let him create to his satisfaction. It does take a while, you're in that flower shop for almost thirty minutes. When he's finished, you pay the florist and thank her as you leave.

"You ready kid?" You ask him before you reach the actual cemetery.

"Yeah- I've got this." He nods.

"Let's do this Pete." You turn the corner and follow Peter into the cemetery. It takes him no time at all to find his aunt's stone, there are some wilted flowers on it but otherwise, the area is pristine.

"Happy must've- he still comes here a lot." Petter mutters.

"Is that what stops you from coming?" You ask.

"No- not entirely. It doesn't make it easier. It just- reminds me how much of my life I don't- everything's changed."

"Yeah- nothing in the world could prepare you for the things you've endured. I can't imagine having some of those experiences at your age." You sigh.

"Thank you." Peter says after a moment of quiet.

"I mean it's pretty objectively crazy, you don't have to thank me for acknowledging it-"

"No. I mean thank you for being here. I think I'd be much worse off if you hadn't found me."

"Peter you are- scrappy. You're incredibly resilient I truly believe you'd be able to make it out of anything the world throws at you. But I'm more than happy to be around to help." You tell him. "Do you- want me to give you a moment?" You ask.

"No- you can stay. Please."

"Alright, but I'll step back a bit so I'm not eavesdropping." You say taking two steps back. You'll still be able to hear him if you listen but you'll do your best not to because you're just here for support. He talks for some time. You make a point not to listen so you don't know what all about but you stand nearby for support while he does. When he's done, he sets the flowers down and turns to you.

"Do you want to say anything?" He asks.

"Hey May, hope the afterlife is treating you well. I've got the kid so, you can rest easy. I miss you, but I expect you to have peace, take care." You keep it brief. Death is sad, but you believe you've always made the most of your time with people and you find peace in knowing your relationship was fulfilling while she was here, even if there are things you'll never get to do with her. You clear your throat and adjust Happy's wilted flowers so they're not askew before you and Peter leave.

"Thank you." Peter mutters beyond the gates.

"For coming along?"

"I mean yeah who wants to waste their day at a graveyard?"

"Peter I will never feel my time wasted if it's spent doing something important to you. You could have me here for 40 days and 40 nights and I still wouldn't see it as a waste if it meant something to you." You say. Peter stops walking and suddenly wraps his arms around you.

"You're so awesome." He says.

"Thanks kid, so are you." You chuckle as you hug him back. "Anything else you wanna do before we head back?" You ask him when he pulls away and begins walking again.

"Actually- would you be willing to check out NYU's campus with me today?"

"You know we don't have to check out NYU. If there's- another school you'd like to visit like... say- I dunno MIT maybe- there's nothing stopping us from popping in for a quick visit." You suggest. Peter shakes his head.

"No. Ned and MJ they're doing great I'm sure- I can't- I don't want to mess that up for them by going there and risking a repeat of anything that got me into the mess I ended up in."

"Peter- they're going to find their ways back into your life you know. Avoiding them will not protect them." You frown.

"I dunno I think I got really lucky the first time around- that kind of fluke doesn't happen twice."

"I gotta disagree with you there man, there are hundreds of versions of you and hundreds of versions of them and I'm no Dr. Strange but I have a hunch that in most of those variations of the universe they find you. Some bonds are stronger than spells, they can transcend time and space. I've seen very few bonds like yours with Ned and MJ- I know this isn't the end of the road." You shake your head.

"I still don't want to go to MIT." He shakes his head.

"Fine we won't go today but we have to go before you make a decision on where to go to college."

"I still don't think it's a good idea for me to leave New York."

"The city will survive without you for a few months at a time. We've got enough heroes around you know."

"Yeah but don't you think people would notice if Spiderman were only around from May to August and then again in December? What if someone figured out I was a college kid?"

"I mean unless you start superheroing in Massachusetts no one would know where to find you." You shrug. "Plus I can always bring you back if something reaaaally needs your attention."

"Do you want me out of your place that bad?" He jokes.

"Never! Peter you'll still live there." You throw your arm around him. "You could stay with me til you're 30 and I wouldn't be upset."

"I would." He scoffs.

"I know. That's why I wouldn't be. I know you'll move out before then. I do expect you back for holidays though." You warn him.

"Absolutely. Your cooking is too good to not come back as often as you'll let me." He says. You roll your eyes though you can't help but smile.

"Of course, it's food that keeps you around." You scoff.

"Well it's not Mr. Bucky that's for sure." He shrugs.

"Alright!" You point a warning finger at him even as you laugh. "Let's just do this unguided campus tour."

The two of you make your way to NYU after a while and you pretty much just follow Peter across the campus through each building. You look up at the quickly darkening sky and check your phone as the two of you leave the campus.

"I cannot believe you made us go through every single building on that huge ass campus." You say.

"If I'm gonna go here I need to know where everything is!"

"Peter if you go here I can promise you some of those buildings you'll probably never step foot in." You say.

"You don't know that!" He says.

"What do you plan on studying again?"

"I- I'm not sure, computer science or engineering probably?"

"So a science cool, do you plan on picking up an instrument? Cuz you don't play one now."

"I don't think so."

"That means you will probably never need to go to the orchestral practice rooms. Unless you plan on befriending a bunch of music majors in which case my questions are why and how does that happen?"

"I could meet a really cool music tech major in one of my gen ed classes! Or someone in my major could have a violin performance minor! Or I join a club of some sort-"

"You probably still wouldn't go to those orchestra rooms you made us find." You laugh.

"Better safe than sorry." He shrugs and you shake your head because what else can you do here. The two of you head back to the apartment discussing the things Peter did and didn't like about the school. When you get back the lights are off in the apartment but you don't get a chance to fix that before a cloth is placed over your eyes.

"What are you up to Bucky?" You ask, immediately feeling his presence behind you.

"Got a surprise for you doll, but you have to trust me for a minute."

"I trust you for eternity." You say.

"Should I leave-?" Peter asks.

"Nah don't worry about it kid. I'm taking her away. Thanks for your help."

"His help? Peter what did you do?" You frown.

"Don't answer, Parker. You ask too many questions doll. It's time for your surprise." Bucky says leading you, you assume out of the apartment.

"Do not let me bump into anything James or I swear-"

"When have I ever allowed harm to come to you?"

"Fair point but you've also never blindfolded me outside of the bedroom." You muse. Bucky lightly taps your ass

"You'll be fine." He chuckles. You hear the ding of the elevator and Bucky presumably guides you inside. You ride for a while and step out again. You're still inside, you can tell you're walking on carpet, and every so often you'll hear a voice as you pass what you guess are other apartments. So you're not in the lobby. Bucky opens a door and as you step forward you know the flooring has changed.

"We're going up some stairs, we'll take it slow." He warns you. Bucky guides you up the stairs slowly, one hand holding one of yours and the other against your back. Eventually, you hear another door open and feel the coolness of night against your skin when you step through it. You walk a little further before Bucky gently unties and removes the blindfold. You blink a few times to reacclimate your eyes and gasp as you take in the sight before you.

Candles, and rose petals surround a picnic on a blanket in front of a projector screen. It's like something straight out of a movie and for a moment you're not even sure what to say.

"I hope the silence isn't a bad sign." He says.

"Oh Bucky." You spin around and throw your arms over his shoulders. "It's beautiful. I can't believe you did all of this!" You kiss him, sweet and slow, hoping your appreciation is felt through it.

"I'm glad you like it, spent all day up here setting up."

"It's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. Thank you." You say.

"Come, let's eat. I tracked down some of the movies you've been wanting to watch. I figured we'd just work our way through a few of them until we're tired or it gets too cold to be on the roof. Whichever happens first." Bucky takes your hand and guides you over to his rooftop picnic, helping you onto the blanket before he joins you on the other side. You watch as he opens and starts setting out various food items. It's a full set of courses with an appetizer, entree, and an array of desserts.

"Oh my gosh, this all looks so wonderful." You gush.

"Yeah- pretty proud of this if I do say so myself."

"Wait- so how did Peter have anything to do with it?"

"You just have to know everything huh." He chuckles kissing your temple.

"Well, when you've rarely said more than 5 words at a time to him on any given day. I have to admit it piques my curiosity that you had him help you with something." You shrug.

"Well I couldn't very well work on this with you around could I?"

"You told Peter to take me to the cemetery?!" You blink at him.

"I told Peter to get you out of the apartment for the day. The cemetery was all him." He shrugs.

"Unbelievable." You shake your head and chuckle.

"I'll admit I was surprised when that was his angle this morning, but it did the job so-" Bucky brings a bite of pasta up to your mouth as he speaks. You take the offered food and the taste of it on your tongue completely steals your focus. You and Bucky talk and eat and cuddle while watching movies well into the night, basking in each other's uninterrupted company as the hours tick by and you honestly can't think of a better way to have spent your anniversary.

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daisyblog · 1 year

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Capital FM Interview

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry talks about his new music and opened up about some of his other massive projects for 2022; movies My Policeman and Don’t Worry Darling…and of course YN.

"Please welcome to the show Harry Styles" Roman announced, after explaining he was wearing a dressing gown on the show today because Harry wore a purple one during his last interview on Capital FM.

Harry and YN have just flown into America for Harry to prepare for his Coachella shows later in the week, so Harry was doing the interview over a Zoom call.

"Duh duh duh duh...duh duh duh...duh duh duh duh..duh duh duh" Harry begins to chant, waving his arms in the air, through the screen, wearing a white t-shirt and his earphones dangling from his ears. The presenters joined in with his chant.

"Mate It's been ages how are you?" Roman asks.

Harry gives the biggest grin "I'm very well thanks..yeah..I'm very well..I-its uh..thank you very much for the dressing gown reference"

"No it's okay..well..well..I mean I was upset that you didn't turn up in a dressing gown on my screen but I'm sure everyone in the world would be upset if you didn't turn up in a dressing gown-"

Harry interrupted Roman "I can run and get one"

"Just do it" Roman encouraged, but Chris the other radio presenter explained they haven't got enough time, so Harry pulls his t-shirt over his head slightly to pretend he was wearing one, causing the presenters to laugh.

Roman continued the interview "You're back..you got your brand new song As It Was..so many people absolutely love it..we love it in here..the video is super cool as well-"

"Thank you so much" Harry politely said, as he played with a piece of his hair.

"There is obviously...the best thing about this is that people have waited so long to hear your voice once again...on a brand new song but it's not your voice that we hear first..isn't that right?" Roman questioned, still wearing his dressing gown and headphones placed over his hood.

"It is yeah...it's the voice of YN's little sister-" Harry began to explain before Roman and Sian is heard 'awwing' at his confession.

"Her and YN's little brother used to try and call us before bedtime every night so..uh..one time I don't know..YN's phone didn't ring or something..so they phoned mine but I missed it and she sent me that and I kind of dug it out at some point while we were in the studio..and put it in front of the song for some reason and I kind of just fell in love with it so..it stuck" Harry explained how Doris and Ernest would phone their oldest sister and Harry each night to say goodnight to them.

"It is really nice but I do think that..that does mean she's officially a recording artist now-" Roman spoke.

"True" Sian agreed, interrupting her colleague "She get's a percentage"

"Yeh..she's a recording artist..you've got to share a grammy with her" Roman continued to explain his opinion.

Scratching the back of his head, Harry joked "Oh yeah..she was asking..she was asking for a big fee" causing Roman and Sian to roar with laughter at his sarcastic comment.

"What did Louis think..you know was he annoyed that you'd thought of the idea first of using his sister's voice in a song?" Chris continued to ask questions.

Harry thought before answering "Uh..no I don't think so..I think he was proud to be 'onest"

"We are loving this..it's the lead single from your upcoming album Harry's House..the artwork is you in like an upside-down room..all the furniture's glued to the ceiling..now I don't imagine this is exactly how your house looks but do you have anything weird and wonderful in your house like that-"

"I'd say at the moment it's kind of just..uh..piles of things which we're kind of sorting through-"

"What have you just moved?" Sian asked the singer.

"No we haven't-" Harry smiled shyly.

"You've just got piles of things" Chris laughed along with Harry.

"I'm trying to kind of empty out a little bit and kind of clear..uh..the space that I'm living in a little bit..get a little bit clearer" Harry explained.

"Are you a messy person then..is this the problem?" Sian questioned.

"I don't think I am..but YN would probably disagree" Harry laughed "That's why there are so many piles of things..because she'll be like c'mon let's have a clear out and then literally pile my stuff up..and uh..I don't always get the chance to sort through it..so yes and no"

"Oh she's one of them..a big clean and clear out" Sian commented.

Chris began to ask Harry about his home, location and accent "Speaking of..uh..homes..you're not actually at home at the moment you're in..you're in America..um..but we've seen some pretty wild accents from the 1D boys recently and specifically from um..Mr Liam Payne on the Oscars red carpet..um now I've got to ask you have you sort of started to get like a transatlantic accent from America at all?"

"Well I don't think in the time that I just got here 'cause we only got in yesterday for uh Coachella rehearsals..so uh..in the space I've been here this trip I think I've survived..I think it's a little bit all over the place" Harry began to explain his accent "I'm from up North and I've lived in London for ten years and I've spent a lot of time in America and stuff so..I think uh..I think when I'm with Americans they don't think I sound American at all and then I think sometimes when I'm with English people they expect me to sound American..I don't think I do but maybe I you know pick up some..a couple of bits along the way but I-" Harry let out a chuckle before continuing 'I have to translate for people sometimes..because they don't have a clue what YN is saying and it's so funny" Harry continued to laugh.

"Yeah she definitely hasn't lost her accent has she?" Roman joined in on the joke.

"No and I think it's more noticeable when we're in America" Harry continued to explain his girlfriends accent.

"You've been working so hard recently yeah...and we said you know-" Roman began before Harry interrupted.

"Thank you Roman"

"No I appreciate it mate I do appreciate it...um but look it's been a while since we last spoke to you and...the movie thing we've got to talk about that because I don't know whether to call you an artist..I don't know whether to call you an actor..what would you call yourself?..Are you an artist first or are you an actor?" Roman questioned Harry.

"I mean I think I'm a musician first" Harry explained before adding how lucky he felt to be able to do the jobs he loves and how grateful he is to be able to explore acting. Harry then went on to say how he was able to step out of his comfort zone with acting.

Roman continued with his questioning "Yeah and talking about comfort zones as well because I need you to..uh..sort something for me right because obviously I'm gonna go see both you're films that you've been doing recently..so you've got Don't Worry Darling and..uh..My Policeman..my question Harry what is the film that I can safely watch with my parents...because I've heard that it is getting racy"

"I don't know if you can watch either with your parents" Harry confessed, making the three presenters gasp with a 'what'. Harry made a joke saying he's going to have to do another film that Roman would be able to watch his mother. "Do you want to know something funny...well It's not funny for me but you'll find it funny"

"Of course mate" Roman eagerly nodded.

"YN said to me the other day" Harry let out a little chuckle before continuing "Shall we host..like uh..um..movie night with our families to watch the two films" Harry along with the presenters roared with laughter at YN's idea "I was like no..no let's not do that"

Sian still laughing spoke "That's absolutely brilliant"

"Hey maybe me and Shirley could join..it won't be so awkward for me then" Roman joked before thanking Harry for joining them all today.

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romance-rambles · 6 days

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[modern] cael | red dress, white dress

After Cael picks up a new hobby relating to your latest work, the two of you discuss weddings and wedding dresses. It ends with a proposal, from you to him.

1.8k, set after qixi [+ some spoilers for his whisper], romantic fluff + super self-indulgent, reader is mc, sequel to this cael fic [but you don't have to read it in order], series: none

IN THE TIME SINCE THE night of the QIxi festival, Cael has discovered an amusing new hobby with which to occupy himself with, when he's with you.

The words that the painter and the spirit speak—particularly towards end of your oneshot—are, evidently, not unrelated to your relationship with him. That much is obvious. And it'd be rather difficult to claim otherwise, given the faces they wear.

You haven't tried to, either.

Between the two of you, there is an acknowledgment, implicit, that they are a reflection of your innermost thoughts and desires. That they are the kind of daydreams that even someone eloquent as him would find difficult to describe, domestic and loving—just tumultuous enough to describe their standing, with the sort of fairytale ending most would wish for. That they are memories, transformed only in setting and time—only this time, they are not newly acquainted or on a time limit.

He thinks of the quaint little moment where the painter promises to make sure that no one will bother his lover. Had he not done the same for you, once, long ago?

He remembers the casual affection the spirit showers upon her love too, the way she finds herself with her head on his lap underneath the wisterias, and if that ever stops feeling familiar, it must be because he's lost his mind.

After all, you've always been an affectionate person. How can he miss it when the evidence remains in the lingering heat left by your touch? Through the way you so easily take his hand, or throw your arms around him—

When your lovesick gaze isn't boring holes into his body, that is.

He's no better in that regard. In some ways, he thinks he might be worse, with the way his loving gaze seems incapable of following anyone but you. But you might turn it into a competition if he brings it up, so Cael—well aware it won't end well for him—keeps his mouth shut.

Still, it's clear that you never expected him to start quoting your dialogue back at you.

It reminds him of one of the first times he'd properly let his mask down. The way the gears turned in your head, your deer-in-headlights expression betraying your panic before he'd clarified his joke. You'd stared at him—half-relieved, half-surprised, sitting in the silence a bit longer before you laughed.

Today, when you stare at him, there is a hint of defiance peeking through from underneath your flustered mien.

You're dressed casually, in a yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt with one of your favorite cartoon characters. Jagged lines run across the drawing, signaling its age. Some parts of the design have entirely vanished, but it remains one of your most faithful companions still.

With your head on his lap and legs thrown over the armrest, you're sprawled across the couch. In your hand is your phone, and before he dropped his line of the day on you, you'd been showing him a red dress that you really liked—one you intended to buy with your next paycheck.

"Thank you." The effect of your haughty tone is greatly lessened by the scarlet hue painting your cheeks. You clear your throat. "Does that mean you'd like to see me in a red dress?"

Cael chuckles, brushing your hair gently. "To me, it seems like you're the one who wants to be seen in a red dress."

"Of course, I do," you reply, your hand reaching out to play with his hair. "But red or white, it's not the dress that matters. As long as there's a certain someone waiting for me at the end."

For a moment, his quick-thinking mind betrays him, offering him nothing but static. He puts down the book in his hand down and carefully adjust the bookmark until it looks neat. His attention had left its crisp pages when you'd sat down beside him, but it remained in his hand still.

Occasionally, he would flip to the next page, then remember that he had absorbed none of the words on the previous page. So, he would go back, a fact that had not escaped your keen gaze—you'd teased him plenty for it, and who was he to stop you?

"I wonder who that certain someone is," he murmurs.

"I think he knows who he is," you answer, holding onto the end of his now braided strands. After a moment of digging around in your pockets, and the sofa as well, you managed to find a hair tie. "Or, he should, by this point."

"Indeed," Cael says, earning himself a wry smile from you. "It would be difficult to miss."

Enamored by your smile, he sifts through his memories, searching for the line that had left every single reader in desperate search of their own painter.

You'd been rather pleased when you went scrolling through the comments, with a smile so big it bordered on evil. So pleased, in fact, that you made sure to show him every such comment. The underlying meaning to your words was clear—you'd already found your painter, after all.

You'd have a big ego if you were dating someone so pretty too, you'd said, when he'd commented offhandedly on it.

He remembers responding with:

Then I'm certain I have the biggest ego out of anyone.

Though, his words ended up only disarming you for a brief second. It wasn't long before you were throwing your arms around him and calling him a liar ". But for the time being, the comment section was forgotten, and it was just you and him—and Beanie, watching you both from his favorite spot underneath the round table in the corner, seemingly miffed at being excluded.

He had snuck in a few extra treats for him.

Then, all was well in their relationship once more.

"'If that day ever comes, no matter what you want—'" Cael smiles helplessly, remembering the way you'd so easily captured his expression on the painter's face. "'I'll do everything in my power to bring you the most elegant wedding in the entire world.' Though you said the dress itself doesn't matter..."

You inhale sharply, seemingly forgetting—for a moment—that you're in the middle of braiding another section of his hair. When you look back at him, having looked away, your eyes are shining with poorly-disguised affection and your voice is painfully soft.

"When," you correct. "When that day comes. That's what I should've written down."

Letting go of his hair, you pull yourself off his lap and draw your knees closer to your chest. You rest your head on his shoulder. And as loose dark hair begins to tickle his cheek, his hand seeks out yours, pinky finger brushing against the back of your hand.

"When that day comes, we'll get married."

His gaze softens when he looks at you, in the midst of murmuring his agreement. Your wedding is something he's thought about often—his own is not. But now, the groom at the altar is no longer a blurry figure, devoid of any recognizable qualities and having only an aura of happiness that befits a day so celebrated.

It is something he'll ponder over until the day comes, all so that you're the happiest bride to ever live, whether on Earth or any other world.

"Good." You squeeze his hand gently. "Consider it a proposal then."

"It's the first time I've ever been proposed to," he comments offhandedly.

"Really?" For some reason, you sound surprised. And though your words sound like they could pass for a joke, the thoughtful note to them makes it clear that they are not. "Alright, I'm taking it back. I'll make sure to come back with a ring next time."

Cael smiles helplessly at you. "I'm not sure if you can take something like that back so easily."

His breath catches in his throat when you lift your head slightly to meet his gaze. Because in that moment, you're smiling at him brightly, It is blinding. While he's distracted, you lean in close and steal a quick kiss from his lips.

"Temporary measure," you respond, squinting at him in faux annoyance. "You're not getting rid of me so easily."

In a voice so soft that he's half certain you'll miss it, he says, sincerely, "I would never dream of it."

Judging by the way your smile widens into a grin, you don't miss it at all.

+extra

"YOU KNOW, YOU MISSED IT BEFORE," you point out unexpectedly, long after they've moved on from the topic of weddings and wedding dresses.

Cael catches onto the context immediately.

It's past dinner time now. The dirty dishes in the sink wait for you and your yellow rubber gloves patiently for their turn. He'd been the one to make dinner, something quick and easy, per your request. Your wish for the day had been "a lazy day together", so your initial intention was to order to takeout.

But halfway through the day, you began to crave his cooking.

Once he'd made sure the ingredients were there, getting them both out of a trip to the supermarket, you had no reason to refuse his offer. So you'd scrapped your plans and followed him into the kitchen to help.

"I'm not sure it would've been very appropriate to point out," he says, from where he sits at the dining table.

He'd expected nothing to come out of it, so he simply never brought it up. There were more important things to worry about at the time—your presence in Godheim, and all that came after that. His heart aches at the memory of your tears, particularly because he'd been the one to cause them.

They'd never properly spoken of it—of the day Peter Pan understood, but could not bring himself to make peace with, the fact that Wendy would have to leave him one day.

"After all, you were a teenager," Cael adds, remembering what he'd told your friend Natalie. "It would be no different than taking advantage of you."

His words, however, go in one ear and go out the other. You're rather specific about what you choose to pick out from his words, your next words discarding all but the subtext.

"So, you did know about my crush on you."

Though your words are undeniably a conclusion, a statement and not a question, they carry with them an expectation of a response. You crane your neck to fix him with an equally expectant stare, as if the weight behind your words isn't enough.

"Yes, I knew about your crush on me," Cael admits wryly. A helpless sigh accompanies his words. "What brought this on?"

You hum strainedly, returning to your dishes. "Nothing."

For the time being, he leaves it at that.

It is only when the two of you happen to encounter Lars while on a date that he discovers the truth, after some coaxing on his part. That you'd been under the impression that your crush on him was a secret kept carefully under wraps. That it'd been Lars who'd guessed otherwise—after some advice on how to handle Cael's new hobby—and subsequently been proven correct, leaving you to sulk on your own.

Unsurprisingly, Cael does not manage to stifle his laughter before you notice.

#fics by aya #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #for all time #for all time x reader #cael anselm #cael anselm x reader #lbc cael #lbc cael x reader #lovebrush cael #lovebrush cael x reader #rambles from here on ->#this has been on my to-do list since qixi ended #also i don't think it's ever said that mc had a crush on him but. i feel like that's something im very attached to #the idea of cael being mc's first love...it's just too good #wanted to add that into the story but then i couldn't fit in the quote so i said “whatever make it an extra”#now i can finally pivot to alkaid bcs. i was supposed to do alkaid but i started during maintenance. and i needed te3 #anyways im really in love with the way cael promises to find the perfect dress from mc but makes it sound like he won't be part of it #sir did you miss the part where you're the groom #hc that mc didn't realize how detached painter!cael sounded until she read it much later and hated using “if” vs “when”#just in general im in love with the whisper bcs. if you've seen me on discord lmao #at the time of writing this it's still in my name

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iamamythologicalcreature · 2 months

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Sentences or Sketches or Something... Sunday

Hello strangers! It's been a long time since I last did a progress post of any kind - thank you everyone who's continued to tag me so I don't get left behind! And thanks to @noblecorgi, @alexalexinii, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @blackberrysummerblog, @thewholelemon, @mooncello, @monbons, @prettygoododds, @shrekgogurt, and @youarenevertooold for tagging me, today. (I feel so loved! <3) I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone's up to.

It's still Sunday in my neck of the woods, though just barely. And yes, I've used my "sentences" banner, but... It's a bit more chaotic than that. Honestly, I wasn't sure about doing a post today because I'm a bit all over the place, but then I figured... eh, why not? I am all over the place LOL.

So here's your snippet from the collective efforts of Jo's creativity, lately, under the cut. (Because I ramble...)

On the Haunting of Simon Snow... I haven't forgotten about it! Nor is it abandoned. As I keep telling anyone who will listen, I have a rough draft, which basically amounts to an outline, meaning I have way too much figured out to just let the story fade away. XD I attempted to work on Chapter 2 earlier this month, and ran into some roadblocks - of the architectural variety.

So I've started to research manor houses and English estates like mad. I'm going to do the thing. I'm going to figure out Pitch Manor. Why? Because my brain won't let me gloss over paltry details such as the location of Simon in the grand scheme of the house, or how and where the roof attaches and where that tree is going to be. It's annoying, but I figure... This is a fun puzzle, too. One I hope to be able to share with the fandom at large once it's complete.

This little snippet is from an early design I've since scrapped (but you never know what might come around, again.)

"That's great, Jo, but how about some sentences?"

Okay. Ahem. Here's... some Simon sentences... that have just been scribbled out. *cough*

I sit there and listen to the man on the other side as he blathers on about extra fees associated with estate deliveries due to distance and blah blah bloody fucking blah. I wish he’d just say it. Just say 'this is the Pitch Manor tax.' No one ever does. But everyone charges it.

I HAVE WRITTEN SEE THERE'S PROOF.

Okay, moving on...

The other thing I'm working on is illustrations for @mooncello's beautiful fanfic, "Lost Boys." I just posted art from Chapter 1 here, and I'm working on art for Chapter 2, now. The story is stuffed to the gills with absolutely gorgeous imagery, so choosing what to illustrate is a challenge. Hopefully it all works out, and in the meantime, here are a couple doodles.

(I was telling Heath last night... this morning...? about how all illustrations start out as baby sketches XD These are the little babes in the creative nursery, basically. Also I have never posted baby sketches before and I'm kinda nervous about it. But. Well. >.> )

THERE YOU HAVE IT. A couple of my reasons for being so entirely absent from all other aspects of the fandom. (Also I got hit with the flu super hard, but doing better now!)

Tags for future wipsdays/hello's! @leithillustration, @artsyunderstudy (thank you for listening to me ramble about Pitch Manor), @erzbethluna, @nightimedreamersworld, @cutestkilla (thank you for also listening to me ramble about Pitch Manor sorry I'm reworking it again XD), @angelsfalling16, @fatalfangirl, @hushed-chorus (thank you for being my secret-garden-enabler XD), @rimeswithpurple, @best--dress, @whatevertheweather, @ileadacharmedlife, @scribble-tier, @imagineacoolusername, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @alleycat0306, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @tender-ministrations, @katmiscellanious, @anxious-m3ss, @bubble-gumhead, @ebbpettier, @facewithoutheart, @bazzybelle, @theimpossibledemon, @aristocratic-otter, @ic3-que3n, @palimpsessed, @raenestee

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manicplank · 3 months

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The Color Pink (Part 5)

This looks long, but there's a lot of dialogue. Enjoy!

The First Date

Hazel was rushing to close up the cafe in a fit of excitement. Today was the day she got to go on a date with The Noise. She was so ecstatic that she was shaking. She hurriedly put all the dishes on the rack to dry. She locked up and raced home as if she was being chased by a tiger. She took a shower and blow dried her hair. She added an extra little curl at the ends. She was debating whether or not to put makeup on but decided against it as she wanted to be as natural as possible. She put on a cute pink and white plaid dress with a cropped cardigan over her shoulders. She wore a white bow in her hair and white Mary Janes. She took the short walk to The Pig City and tried to find a cab, but it was so busy that she couldn't seem to get one's attention. She waved her arms until she was practically flailing. She finally got one to pull over for her. She realized she never got the address to the place. "Where to," the cab driver asked.

"Do you know the bubble tea place," she responded.

"Ramen Spot is the only place in the city that serves bubble tea."

"Okay, then go there."

The Noise was nervous. On his way home from work, he was trembling. He had to stop and take a few breathers, he even chain smoked three cigarettes as opposed to his usual one. He didn't know why he was so nervous. It's not a date, he thought, it's totally not a date. But it was a date, and he knew it. As much as he denied it, he wouldn't have been so nervous if it wasn't. He got home and showered. He was still super nervous. What if she doesn't show up? What if she changed her mind? What if she can't stand me and leaves? He put on a nice but somewhat casual grey suit with a yellow dress shirt and black tie. He inhaled deeply and sighed before he headed out.

Noise got there before her, and this made him even more nervous. He was definitely overdressed for being at a ramen shop. He sat down at an empty table, and his phone vibrated. It was a text from Hazel;

Cab got stuck in traffic, but I'll be there in a minute!

He felt great relief knowing he wasn't going to get stood up. The door opened, and there she was. He looked up and tried to keep his jaw from dropping in awe. She looked around but didn't see him at first. He waved at her, and she was shocked to see what he looked like out of costume. She had seen it before in some of his shows and movies, but to see it in person was a whole different experience. She smiled before she walked up to the table and sat down. "Hey," she greeted, "I, uh, didn't recognize you at first." He smiled and let out a tiny laugh.

"Yeah, I don't blame you," he scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I don't expect anything less considering I wear a mask most of the time."

She scanned the table. "Um... Where's the menus?"

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot you haven't been here before. The menu is at the counter."

"You order at the counter?"

"Yeah. You order at the counter and then they bring your stuff to you when it's ready."

"Wow, that's unique. I've never heard of that."

"Everything here is really good. At least, I think."

"Well, come on! Let's order!"

They walk up to the counter, and Hazel grabbed the menu. She scanned it for a minute as she was anxious about taking too long.

"I'll take the rose black bubble tea," The Noise started to order, "and two orders of the fried dumplings." He looked at Hazel and nodded. "You ready?"

"Oh! No, no, I can pay for myself," she fretted.

"Come on," he spoke calmly, "let me treat you. That way, you're not losing anything if you don't like it."

She smiled and shrugged. "Okay, um... I'll get the strawberry milk taro bubble tea and um... the house tonkotsu ramen?"

The cashier smiled and nodded. The Noise paid, and the cashier handed him a beeper. The two sat back down at their table. "I gotta be honest," The Noise vented, "I'm a bit nervous."

Hazel sighed and giggled. "Me too. I don't know why, but this feels so different from when we talk in the cafe."

"Because it is different. A different atmosphere, a different place, different circumstances."

"I'm mostly surprised you asked me out. When we were in the cafe, I thought you were just being nice."

He laughed. "I thought the same thing! I thought you were just giving good customer service."

"Yes and no. I mean, of course I wanted to give good service to The Noise."

"Please," he smiled, "just call me Theodore."

"Wait," she raised her eyebrows, "is that your real name?"

"Yeah. Theodore Noise is my actual name. I was born with it."

"The Noise... Theodore Noise... Oh, my God, that's so clever!"

"Heh heh..." He blushed. "Thanks. Not as clever as your French 'Noisette' thing."

She laughed. "We both have clever little plays on our names, huh?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"So," she started, "tell me about your line of work! What's it like being a celebrity actor?"

"Eh, it has its pros and cons."

"I remember you telling me that at the cafe."

"Yeah. It's great, but it can suck at times. Don't get me wrong, it's a lot of fun most of the time, but it's still work, ya know?"

"I get it. I have the same feeling about working in my cafe. It's nice, and I'm glad I do it, but some days are just so grating."

"Running a whole business is grating in general. Would you be surprised if I told you I do office work, too?"

"Really? That's crazy!"

"Well, yeah, but I'm the CEO. I have to do interviews and paperwork for employees, I have to proofread scripts, go over pilots, go through reviews and ratings. The list goes on and on."

"That sounds awful!"

"It's not the worst, but I prefer to be on set."

"I can sort of relate. I have to do all of my own financial and accounting assets. It's miserable! I get it wrong all the time, I'm terrible at math!"

"Same here. Math is the bane of my existence. Thankfully, I have an accountant for all of that. She's also my financial advisor."

Before Hazel could respond, the pager started beeping. A couple shrimp employees came out with their food, and Noise waved them down. They came over and served them their food and drinks. Hazel was impressed, the food looked amazing. Theodore handed them the pager and thanked them. She stopped them before they left, "Can we get some chopsticks?" One of the employees left and came back with two pairs of chopsticks. Noise looked nervously at the chopsticks. Hazel thanked the employee before they walked off.

"Those dumplings look amazing," she said.

"Yeah," he responded, "they're great."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just um... I don't know how to use chopsticks."

"Really?"

"Mhm. It's a bit embarrassing, I know."

"No, it's not! Here, I'll show you."

She took her chopsticks and held them in her hand. "See," she pointed it out, "you hold them like this." He put the chopsticks in his hand. He tried his best, but it felt so awkward. "You use your thumb, index, and middle finger to control them back and forth." He tried to pick up one of the dumplings and dunk it in the cup of sauce, but he dropped it. It splashed and left a small mess on the table. He blushed and seemed flustered. She giggled, "It's okay. It takes a minute to get the hang of. You can keep trying, or you can just eat with a fork if it makes you feel more comfortable."

"I think I'll just use a fork. I'd hate to make a mess." He grabbed a napkin and wiped up the small spill. "Thanks for showing me, though."

She smiled. "You're welcome! Don't worry about being bad at it. It takes some practice."

He laughed, but he still felt a bit embarrassed. "Anyways, did you want to try one of the dumplings?"

"Oh, um, what's in them?"

"It's a mixture of chicken, pork, cabbage, and carrots."

"Nah, I don't really like cabbage."

"Neither do I, but you can't even taste it. It's really good with the sauce, too. They make their own soy sauce."

"Alright, I guess I'll try one."

He scooted his plate to the center of the table so she wouldn't have to reach over it. She picked one up with her chopsticks and dipped it in the sauce. She put her hand underneath to catch any of the drips as she took a bite. Her eyes widened. She chewed it and swallowed. "Wow," she exclaimed, "that's amazing! You weren't kidding!"

"I know! I was super shocked when I tried it. There's only six of them, so that's why I usually get two orders. They also have them boiled, but I like the taste of the pan fried."

She took a bite of her ramen and slurped it up. "Oh! Sorry, that was rude."

"How is it rude? That's how you're supposed to eat ramen."

"Oh, thank God, you actually know the etiquette."

"Yep. I'm not entirely ignorant."

"I didn't mean-"

"No, no, I know what you meant," he chuckled.

The two went on to eat their meals and drink their teas. They small talked here and there in between bites. The tension wasn't as high, and the mood had lightened a lot. Hazel mixed all the toppings into her soup. "You want a bite," she asked.

"Mm-mm," Theo shook his head. "I'm not the biggest fan of ramen."

"Really?"

"Yep. I've tried it a couple times. It just wasn't for me."

"That's fair. At least you tried it."

As they tried to enjoy their meal, they were interrupted by a group of fans. Three women had approached the table. "Sorry to interrupt," said one of them, "but are you The Noise?" Theodore sighed, "Yep, that's me. I'm kind of in the middle of something, though."

"Can we get your autograph?"

"Yeah, but make it quick. Got a pen and paper?"

One of the girls scrambled over to the cashier to borrow a pen. He didn't have paper other than receipts, so he gave them three blank ones. She rushed back over to The Noise and handed him the pen and papers. He signed all three and handed each of them one. They looked at each other and squealed. As they walked away you can her each of them say;

"I'm gonna get mine framed!"

"I'm gonna get mine laminated!"

"I'm gonna eat mine!"

Theodore looked over at Hazel. "Sorry about that." He looked slightly annoyed. "That happens a lot. I swear it's been happening more and more."

Hazel smiled. "That's okay! Don't let it ruin our meal."

He smiled back. "Yeah. You're right."

The two finished their meal and continued to chat for a bit longer. It had gotten dark out, and they had already been together for hours. The awkward tension had faded away completely. It was time for them to part ways. Theo held the door for her as they left. She turned around at him and had a huge smile.

"I had a great time tonight," she giggled.

Theodore smiled back at her. "I'm glad to hear that. I did, too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Come here!" She held her arms up, and he hugged her. They held each other and swayed for a bit. Hazel's heart raced as she rested her head on his chest. She felt something with him, something special. He was sweeter than she thought, especially with how bashful he got when he first saw her. She thought it was cute when he got embarrassed for not being able to use chopsticks. She was still a bit in denial. Maybe it was just her being in her own head and being intrigued by her celebrity crush.

What she didn't know is that he felt the same. His heart was also racing. What he classified as "totally not a date" had quickly turned into one. He already felt comfortable with her. He could actually be and act like himself. She was so soft and comfortable to hold. She was beautiful and kind. He realized that she wasn't just being nice to him when he was at the cafe. She was genuinely being herself.

They pulled away after hugging and swaying for minutes straight. He dragged his hand down her arm as the hug ended and held her hand. She looked down as she blushed.

"You want me to drive you home," he asked.

"No, I'm okay. I'll take the cab."

"Okay," he smiled at her, "just thought I'd ask."

"But I would appreciate it if you stand with me while I wait for one. I don't uh... really feel safe in the city at night."

"Of course."

They stood together side by side as the date had come to a great end. He looked at her, finally realizing that he did like her. He swallowed his fear as he said, "Wanna do this again, sometime?"

She looked at him in delight. "Of course!"

"You have my number. Call me or text me anytime. Even if we don't make plans, I'd love to get to know you better."

"Absolutely! Just don't let me interrupt you at work again!"

They laughed as a taxi pulled up. She kept eye contact as she debated kissing him, but she decided it was way too soon. Instead, she pulled him in for another hug. "Thank you," she softly said into his ear. She got into the taxi and waved to him as it pulled off. She watched out the window as they drove through the city. All of the lights were so beautiful. Even though the city was full of crime, it was also filled with grace. She couldn't stop smiling as she thought about him.

He watched as the taxi pulled off to make sure she was safe. He walked off into the parking lot and back into his car. He huffed as he sat. He pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his dashboard and hit it three times on his hand before he opened it up and took out a cigarette. He grabbed a lighter and shielded the flame from the wind as he lit the cigarette and took a long drag. He exhaled, "Ugh, fuck." Despite the good time, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He was worried that something would go wrong, that he would ruin it somehow.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #noisette #pizza tower fanfic #fanfic #pink fic

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I’m a short, plus size trans guy. I have a pretty hard time with masc clothing due to it not fitting right or at least not how I wish it did. Fem clothes usually fit how I want them to so I stick with them, plus skirts are fun and surprisingly help with the bottom dysphoria cause there’s no indent of where my dick should be like pants do, so I have 2 questions.

1: is it ok for me as a trans guy to still be upset when misgendered while wearing feminine clothing?

2: any advice on how to find masc clothes that fit properly on a fat and short guy?

hello there, thanks for taking the time to ask this! sorry for the delayed reply, but i hope you've been doing well in the mean time!

it is absolutely okay for you to be upset for being misgendered regardless of what clothing you're wearing; cisgender people get misgendered while wearing their preferred clothing, as well, many butch women get misgendered and called men when they are very much women who prefer to dress, act and look masculine. cisgender men often get misgendered if they choose to wear feminine clothing, or even men's clothing that's too "fruity". if cisgender people can get upset over this, you can too.

i feel like it's 200% impossible to know what a stranger's gender is just by looking at them and that as a society we would truly progress if we stopped assuming the genders of strangers by how they dress and avoid using gendered terms until that person reveals that information, if they so choose.

as for where to find clothing that would fit well, this one can be a bit tricky. i am tall and fat, i'm about 5' 8" and 280 lbs, so i unfortunately haven't much experience in the height department on that end, but i can tell you that wearing men's pants can be a bit tricky if you have wide hips. i have 48" hips and it can make wearing men's pants uncomfortable. if you haven't already, measure your hips (at their fullest point) and your inseam, which is the length from the crotch of your pants to the bottom of the pantleg. men's pants are sized by these two measurements, with the hip width being the first number and the inseam length being the second. my example for myself is that i wear 48x32 men's pants whenever i do buy them.

here's a guide on measuring your inseam:

here's a guide on men's clothing sizes (in both inches and centimeters) and how to measure yourself for different garments:

i will say that in the past i've thrifted most of my clothing. i'd like to be able to get to a place where i can buy myself some new clothes but up until this point most of my clothes have been thrifted. i will say if you live in a smaller area finding good clothing in plus sizes is a nightmare and you have my condolences. however i can suggest looking into men's fashion and seeing what styles you like to get an idea of what kinds of clothes you're looking for. before transitioning into buying clothes from the men's section you can always look to see if there are similar cuts of clothing (like cargo pants, for example) that are sold in the women's section for the sake of finding clothes that fit your proportions a little better at least until it's easier to figure out what size men's clothes fit you

most shirts and tops shouldn't be too much of an issue as they're made to be pretty loose fitting and don't conform to one's figure- if sleeves are too long they can be hemmed or rolled up, tails of shirts can be tucked into pants, etc. be very careful with button-up style shirts, these fit me so weird due to being intersex and i find that a lot of bigger people in general don't fit into them super well. they're not made for our proportions they just size up the shirts made for thin people and don't take into consideration how our bellies, chests and shoulders look.

button up shirts (when buttoned up, lol) can also make one's chest more prominent and create stress on the buttons that draw the eyes to the chest- i never button up these types of shirts and instead wear them open. this is a very masculine look, especially with a men's t-shirt underneath. this was my go-to in my early days of transition.

as for specific stores to look at, this will vary wildly depending on where you are in the world. i would recommend being highly cautious of buying mens' clothing from places online like Amazon, Temu, Wish, etc. that have a lot of China-based sellers, because often times you will see a 2XL+ garment and buy it thinking it will fit only to realize that that is Chinese sizing and therefore much smaller. shopping online for clothes while fat can be very hard, so i urge you to shop in person when possible

anyone have more concrete suggestions for this guy? i'm totally blanking on good suggestions of where to look for clothes.

good luck out there, stay safe, and take care of yourself. i hope you're able to find more clothing that helps you feel like yourself! thanks for stopping by

#asks #answers #transmasc #transmasculine #trans man #trans men #trans guy #wardrobe #clothing #clothes

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Tell Them, Honey

Title: Tell Them, Honey

Pairing: Stucky x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,235

Tags: Angst, fluff, pining, Steve and Bucky are concerned, Natasha is plotting, Stucky, drinking, metal arm kink, implied fingering, implied sex, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @comfortember and @stuckybingo

Square(s) Filled: I5 - Metal Arm for Stucky Bingo

Comfortember Day 12: Concern

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

It isn't fair.

How does Fury expect you to focus on anything as an assistant when you're tasked to work with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes?

The moment you met them, you were knocked off of your feet... almost literally.

You were running late to your first day of work after being stuck in traffic. You'd rushed off the elevator and down the hallway toward the conference room to try and get to your morning meeting on time. Right as you rounded the corner, you smacked into Steve's hard chest and lost your balance. If it hadn't been for Bucky catching you, you'd have hit the floor.

Now, almost two years later, you're just as head over heels for them as you were then, if not more so. It's no secret that the two super soldiers are a couple. They've been together for years, and you'd be lying if you said you haven't thought about what it would be like to be fucked by both of them.

It's a miracle that you've been able to hide your feelings for them this long. Normally, you're easy to read, but maybe it's because everyone you work for and with is always so busy.

Tonight is one of the rare occasions where everyone has the evening off, and Tony, of course, isn't letting it go to waste.

It's nothing formal, but you're still in a shimmery cocktail dress, courtesy of Natasha. She practically had to drag you here, and you haven't left the bar since everyone started arriving.

You scan the crowd and smile at all of the familiar faces. Thor, Loki, Stephen, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, Tony, Pepper, Peter, and so many others seem to be having the time of their lives, and after all they do for the world, they deserve it.

Natasha makes you another rum and coke and slides it down the bar into your hand. You swirl the dark liquid around for a moment and bring the glass to your lips just as Steve and Bucky walk up to order a drink.

"Hey, Nat! Can Bucky and I get some of that stuff Thor always drinks?"

Your eyes drag over their muscular frames and you bite your lip. It really should be a crime to look as good as they do. Steve leans against the bar and smiles at you, his action making Bucky turn around. His metal hand brushes your knee and your breath hitches.

"Oh! I'm sorry, doll. I didn't realize how close I was to you."

Natasha rolls her eyes and begins preparing their drinks. It's a wonder that these two haven't picked up the signs because she certainly knows you want them. Hell, she's stood here and watched you oogle them for the past five minutes. Add this to the list of all the other times, and well, it doesn't take a genius to see that you're infatuated.

You set your drink down with a shaky hand and look down at your lap. "It-It's umm... it's okay..." Smooth...real smooth, Y/N. Now he's going to think you're hurt or something.

Bucky furrows his brow, "hey, are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Yep...real fucking smooth. Now you have to talk to them again.

Steve reaches over and tilts your head up with two of his fingers, "you can always tell us anything, sweetheart. Just because you're our assistant doesn't mean you're beneath us."

"I-I'm not hurt. I've just ah...had a long day and am pretty tired."

They don't look convinced, but at least they don't push you any further. Natasha hands over their drinks and shoos them away. Once they've crossed the room she leans across the bar so only you can hear her.

"Tell them, honey."

You choke on your drink, "t-tell who what?"

"Oh, don't play me for a fool, Y/N. You're not as subtle as you think, babe. I, literally, just watched you practically drool over Rogers and Barnes in real time, and it's not the first time either."

You glance over at them for a moment. They're laughing with Thor about something and it makes your heart skip when Bucky leans over to peck Steve on the cheek.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

She sighs and wipes down the bar top with a damp towel, "staring, Y/N."

You shake your head, "Nat, I can't tell them! They're in a relationship already and it doesn't look like they want to add someone else to the picture. Plus, I don't think they even swing my way, so..." You trail off and she points a finger at you.

"Natasha!" You squeak and blush furiously.

"Those two may have been around for over a century, but I can promise you that they've been with a woman before. I can speak from experience with one of them, and the other may have had a few late nights with one of the USO girls."

You gawk at her as she smirks, "you...you mean... w-with umm...you...Bucky?"

She chuckles and pours herself a martini. "Yes, James and I...we were a thing once. It hasn't happened in years though. Not since Steve got his head out of his ass and told Bucky how he felt. Which you also need to do if I'm being honest." She brings the glass to her lips and smirks again, "oh, and his metal fingers? Fucking fantastic."

"What? I'm sure Steve will agree with me." Her smile widens and she nods over your shoulder. "Let's ask him, shall we? Looks like he's coming over for another round."

You give her a pleading look, "no! Oh, my god...please don't ask him!"

"Ask me what?"

Steve leans against the bar and glances between the two of you quizzically. He notes your flushed skin and shaky hands again and grasps your wrist gently, your pulse thrumming against his fingertips.

"Jesus, sweetheart, you're shaking like a leaf. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but Natasha beats you to it.

"Oh, she's fine! I was just telling her how skilled Bucky is with those metal fingers of his. You agree with me, right Steve?"

The blonde super soldier looks deep into your eyes and you swear you see them darken a fraction.

"So, you're curious about Bucky's arm, hm?"

"Who's curious about my arm?" The man himself comes up behind Steve and wraps his flesh hand around his waist.

Oh, god...just please let the ground open up and swallow me whole...

You bury your face in your hands and shake your head. "Just, please...forget I was even here. I-I'm sorry... I'm just gonna go to bed."

As you get up to leave, Steve steps into your path and blocks your way. The smirk on his face doesn't ease your mind in the least bit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I think we should talk about this, Y/N. Bucky deserves to know what you and Natasha have been talking about over here, now don't you agree?"

Bucky raises an eyebrow curiously, and you nervously play with your hands, "I...um...yes?"

"Good girl," Steve praises and places his big hand on the small of your back.

"Come on, doll, we'll walk you to your room."

Bucky puts an arm on your shoulder and Natasha watches as the three of you head off toward the elevators.

She chuckles and shakes her head, "and my work here is done."

Tagging: @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @brandyywar @nerdygingermoose88

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